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She took a deep breath. “You can tell that company no. We have money.”
“We do?” Trevor sounded shocked.
“Yes, we do. An anonymous donor.” She couldn't believe what she was saying. “I guess we managed to impress someone. Unless you want to leave anyway?”
“No,” he sputtered. “No, absolutely not. I like the way you run things. I just want to make sure I can pay my bills.”
“You will,” she said firmly.
“Well, okay. Thanks, Sonia. I'm glad I called. When are you going to announce this to everyone?”
“Is anyone else auditioning for other companies right now?” she countered.
“A few people are.”
She leaned over the suitcase and closed her eyes. “Then soon. Don't say anything.” Trevor was a notorious gossip. “I want to be the one to break the news.”
“I won't breathe a word.”
Off the phone, Sonia sank onto the bed, her stomach churning. What had she done? She'd never told a lie like this; she'd never lied, period. It disgusted her. Was she spending too much time with Brendan, who probably fabricated information all the time? Less than a week ago, she'd thought he was a walking, talking fake. Now, she was showing up at his office in disguise and sucking him off under the conference table. Bringing him home-cooked food and confiding in him.
Missing him when they were apart.
Jabbing furiously at her phone, she dialed.
“Hey, sunshine.” Brendan sounded startled. “What's going on?”
She pressed her fingers into her temples. “Brendan, I…”
“Are you okay? What happened?”
She fought to explain, but embarrassment kept her from finding the words. “I fucked up big time. And now—” she choked out, her throat closing up.
“It’s all right. You can tell me.”
Why did he have to sound so understanding? If he kept this up, she'd break down.
Leaping up from the bed, Sonia paced her bedroom. “I have to figure out how to raise a shitload of money to save this dance company, and quickly. I made a promise that I can’t allow to be a lie. I don’t have time to explain, I just —fuck.”
“Of course,” he agreed. “You shouldn’t lose what you worked so hard to build.”
Sonia clenched her hand into a fist. Brendan being nice made this even harder. “I need — I need your help,” she gritted.
There was silence.
Slowly, her hand unclenched. “Are you there?”
“Hang on.” Unbelievably, Brendan sounded like he was smiling. “Let me cherish this moment. Sonia, asking for my help? It’s beautiful.”
“Oh my God. You're such an asshole!”
“Of course I'll help you.”
“But can you?”
“You do know who you're talking to, right?”
“Just tell me how to do this, because apparently I've been going at it all wrong.”
