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“Do you want to be an escort for the next three –or ten—years of your life?”
Her green eyes stare at me for a long beat.
“I did a thing…”
I frown. “What kind of thing?”
“I was at a gala with a client four months ago, and we happen to be sitting at the same table as a site broker—”
“What’s that?”
“A person who buys and sells websites.”
“I didn’t even know that was a profession.”
“It is. And it’s lucrative,” Cassie says. “He handed his card to everyone at the table. I slid it in the pocket of my clutch. A month ago, I used it while I was out with another client. Before storing it, I checked the pocket and found the card. Intrigued, I powered up my laptop and visited the guy’s website. I’ve been on it every day in the past thirty days. A couple days ago, I might have stumbled on an app I’d like to buy. It would be a great complement to what I’m already doing with my YouTube channel.”
“What kind of app?”
“A 3-D home staging app. Home stagers cost an arm and a leg in New York. And even when their fees aren’t astronomical, for a lot of home sellers, it’s not part of the budget. The same for people renting an apartment—not everyone can afford a decorator and not everyone knows how to maximize a space.”
“That sounds exciting! Did you put in a bid?”
“Not yet. I’m still thinking about it.”
“What’s holding you back?”
“The same thing that’s holding me back from becoming a full-time YouTuber?”
“You can do this on your own, Cassie.”
Her lips part into a warm smile. “Or I can do it with a good friend.”
I flinch.
“Translation work doesn’t make your heart sing, Sofia. If I had a wingman, it would give me wings.”
I shoot her a dubious side gaze. “Did you just become Shakespeare on my ass?”
“Is that your way of saying you’ll become my business partner?” She reaches for my hands. “Sofia come on. Let’s do this together!”
“You’re crazy.”
“But you haven’t said no.”
I shake my head. “You—”
The doorbell rings.
“It must be Ciara,” I say. “It’s not unlike her to drop by on Saturday mornings for a late breakfast. I’ll be right back.”
I get up and run to the door.
When I open it, I freeze.
“What are you doing here?” I ask Bryce.
“I bought some dessert for you and Cassie,” he says, lifting a bag.
