Jesse
“This has to stop, Chase. We can't keep doing this with her.”
“I know.” I watch my best friend scrub his hands over his face while sitting forward in his seat. “What are we supposed to do?”
“Let Emilee prove that she can do this, that she's just as good if not better than the rest of the girls here. You know how many men have requested time with her.”
“No.” His answer is final. I know him.
“She's a fuc.king goldmine, Chase. We've literally been offered tens of thousands for just one hour with her.”
He rises from his seat, standing at his full height, giving me his death glare. “I don't care if we've been offered hundreds of thousands...”
“We have actually.” I grab the file from my desk and throw it at him. “Bryant Sanders.”
“The actor?”
“The A-list actor.” I correct with a s
