Chapter 8 CHAPTER 8.

“No,” he said. “I’m not buying your body, Miss Moreno.”

Okay. Good. Thank you for saying that. I still felt stupid for asking, but I needed to hear those exact words.

“Then what are you buying?” I asked, filter: nonexistent. “My face?”

“Your role,” he corrected. “Your presence. Your ability to ho...

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