Finding Mr. Perfect
“So, if you don’t mind, let’s do it tomorrow. The deadline is the following day.”
“Oh. That’s a lot of money,” Freya noted, though she still didn’t say yes.
Kenneth cleared his throat and shared, “Coincidentally, my insurance is offering a fifty percent discount for spouse enrollment. The deadline is the day after tomorrow. The premium is $100 million. It would be financially irresponsible not to take advantage of it.”
“Wow.” Freya blinked. “What insurance company is that?”
“It’s—Um—” He coughed and muffled the words into his fist. “M—Life—”