"Then let me handle it," he said suddenly.
My head shot up. "What?"
"I'll cover the manager's fee," he said matter-of-factly. Before I could protest, he added, "You can think of it as a loan. Pay me back later, when you're ready. There's no rush."
A loan?! Why does my life never seem to escape from loans? It feels like no matter where I turn, debt is always waiting for me.
Still … the solution he offered wasn't so bad. As long as I can pay off this one-million debt—or maybe even erase it completely if I win the case in court—I should be able to return the money to him sooner than later.
I just have to keep moving forward. Hopefully, I'll get plenty of job offers this year … and hopefully, no one will try to stand in my way again.
"Then, let's do it!" I held out my hand to him, signaling for a handshake. "Should I draft the contract so you can sign it later, Mr. Brixton?"
Lando took my hand and replied, "I'll take care of the contract,"
