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“Good,” I said. “I won’t be there. I can’t afford to leave my life behind for a month of play pretend.”
“Three monthsof play pretend.”
“Same thing.” I shrugged. “Besides having no interest in doing that, I have bills to pay and clients to train.”
“Mr. Carter left out the part about payment.” Stalker Woman stepped between us. “He’s willing to pay a premium for your assistance with this. Just name the amount.”
“I’m not for sale.”
“Name the amount,” Travis said.
“Five hundred thousand dollars.” The words rushed from my lips before I could think them through. “Minimum.”
Travis raised an eyebrow, and Stalker Woman pulled a pen and pad from her bag.
“That sounds more than doable,” she said. “Do you have any objections to that, Mr. Carter?”
“Not yet.”
“Okay, well, I’m sure we can work out some flight arrangements for Miss Brave so she can return here and handle her most important clients whenever she needs to. If there’s nothing else, let’s discuss the five hundred thousand dollar payment and other details.”
“Wait a minute,” Travis said.“I thought your beauty brand crossed the seven-figure mark in sales last year.”
“How did you—” I paused, making a mental note to change the inflated lies on my website. “How do you know that?”
“I don’t, but I’m curious why you need half a million from an old friend if you’re doing so well. Seems pretty damn greedy to me.”
“You and I arenotfriends,” I said. “And my brand is none of your business.”
“I guess there’s nothing else we need to discuss then,” he said. “Miss Dawson, draw up a contract for Miss Brave for the unfair and ridiculous amount she’s asking for.”
“Make ittwo million,” I said.
“Excuse me?” Travis looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “Why exactly do you need that much?”
“I forgot to calculate the cost of dealing with your assholery. This new version of ‘Travis Carter’ is different from the one I used to know.”
“Hmmm. Good point.” Miss Dawson nodded. “That’s a very good point.”
“Two million dollars is out of the question.”
“I don’t see why,” I said. “You make more than that in a single fight night, and it’s still far less than what your lowest sponsor pays you.”
“And how exactly do you know that?” He narrowed his eyes at me.
I didn’t answer.
“So—” Miss Dawson clicked her pen. “We’re good at two million?”
“No,” I said, unsure of what was coming over me. “Let’s go ahead and make it four. That number sounds more fitting and official.”
“Now you’re just fucking with me, Tatiana.”
“Am I?” I asked. “Someone once told me that figure skaters don’t make that much money anyway. I might as well cash in while I can.”
His face reddened, and he looked seconds away from losing his shit. “Tatiana, I swear to God–”
“Now seems like the perfect time for a prayer, doesn’t it?” Miss Dawson interjected. “Shall the three of us join hands and see what He thinks we should do about this situation?”
