_Lynnette’s POV_
It was Six PM in the evening, many hours since Bladen stormed my apartment and proposed a committed relationship which wasn’t real, and since then, I have only changed positions three times.
One was from the living room to the kitchen where I forced a sandwich down my throat, then to the bathroom to allow warm wear water trickle down my back, and finally, to my bed where I have been staring into space, thinking. That was how much Bladen rattled me.
I tried to figure out what was going on and why he needed us to do this now, what the catch might be, but I couldn’t come to any conclusions or even speculations.
Were the blogs finally getting to him and doing damage to his reputation?
I finally decided that thinking wasn’t worth my time. I had days before the bank would ask me for a repayment, and I had nothing except my meager savings. I finally got up and reached for my system to begin applying for remote gigs. When I crossed thirty applications, I lost count, but
