Inside is a check alongside a document outlining terms.
I watch her eyes widen as she reads the number.
“This is—” Her voice cracks. “This is enough to pay off my student loans. And then some.”
“It’s enough to fund your animation projects, even starting your own studio if you want. Quit working for me entirely once this is over.”
She sets the envelope down and steps back. “You’re trying to buy me.”
“I’m offering you an opportunity.”
“To lie to everyone.”
“To help us both.”
“How does this help me? Other than money?”
“It gives you freedom. You’ll be able to pursue your real dreams instead of settling for adequate design work.”
Her eyes narrow. “That’s manipulative.”
“It’s true.”
“It’s also insulting. You think I’d sell myself for money?”
“I think you have goals, and this arrangement could help you achieve them while solving my problem.”
She crosses her arms. “What exactly would this arrangement entail?”
“Public appearances, dinners, and some social media presence. Nothing physical beyond what’s necessary for appearances.”
“Necessary for appearances.”
“Holding hands, standing close, just the appearance of intimacy without actual intimacy.”
“So fake dating.”
“Professional role-playing.”
She laughs again. “You can’t actually believe this will work.”
“It’s worked before.”
“For who?”
“Several high-profile couples in similar situations.”
“Name one.”
I can’t because I’m making this up as I go.
She sees my hesitation. “Exactly. This is a terrible plan.”
“It’s the only plan I have.”
“Then you need better plans.”
She eyes me, carefully. “Why me? You could hire someone. An actress. A professional.”
