Could she really just sabotage her mom’s show like that?
Meaning my work would be sabotage. Meaning I think it’s not
good enough to be there. No. No, it’s good enough to freaking
be there.
“Anyway,” Dani went on. She pulled the purple velvet bag
off the deck of cards she’d set out on the table. “I’m just
saying. You can pick and choose however you want it to go.
You might get more traction if you work on them slowly when
it comes to law school. That’s all I meant. How you go about it
is your business. As long as it doesn’t take more than a few
weeks.” She slipped out the deck, which was all black on one
side. “How much?” she asked again.
“I don’t know. I can pay you five grand. For two weeks.”
“Five grand?” Dani grasped the cards and held them to her
chest. Her pulse thrummed at the base of her neck and Emily
tried not to look there. She looked up, straight into Dani’s
disgusted expression. “That’s nothing. Five grand? Jeez.”
“Some people would—”
“Some people? Oh. You mean people like me.”
Dani was being purposely offended when Emily hadn’t
meant it that way at all. Apparently, this was where the
grovelling and humiliation came into play. “That’s not what I
meant,” Emily said firmly. “And my parents froze my
accounts a few days ago. I knew they were going to do it. All I
could get out before it happened was five grand.”
“So, five grand for two weeks of work? Seems like a pretty
paltry sum.”
“But it wouldn’t be two weeks. It would just be a few
appearances here and there. Probably for less than five
minutes at a time. Believe me, if you’re convincing, five