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Kind regards, Clientele. I blinked a few times, rereading it like it was some sort of weird joke, but nope, the email was real. Short and to the point. It wasn’t even signed properly. But what caught my attention wasn’t the vague wording, or the fact that it looked like it was written by a robot—it was the pay. At the bottom of the email, hanging on its own was the Payment: $10,000 per week. My mouth hung open like some kind of idiot. Ten thousand bucks a week. What the hell?

"I'm so sorry, Olivia. I haven't been feeling well lately, so I haven't started on it yet." Olivia snorted. "You're living off my family's money, clinging on to my grandson, and you even won the gold award. What exactly are you unwell about? Clara lost her family, the man she loved, and her reputation. How can you possibly be more miserable than her?" Right after saying that, she tapped her finger. The projector flickered to life, displaying a set of exquisitely refined designs on the screen. Gasps rippled through the onlooking employees. "Whoa, that's gorgeous. I'm definitely buying a set when it's released!"

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Like I mattered to him and wasn't just a very expensive booty call. Across the way, my phone buzzed on the bed, lurching my heart. I slowly uncurled myself and walked over to it, seeing the email icon up in the top notifications bar. I pulled it down, glancing at the subject line. 'Miss Lyla Arden, due to unfortunate circumstances with your financial aid, we will be effectively terminating—'

When my eyes closed, my body immediately gave in. The sun’s rays danced their way into my room, hitting my eyes and making me snatch the sheets to cover my face. I groaned as I remembered not closing the curtains last night. Grumpily, I stood up. And just like how my daily routine goes, I went to check on my e-mails first. Most were e-mail confirmations from my boss telling me the publication dates of my articles online. Yet there was one that stood out. An e-mail from Jackson Young. From: Jackson Young

Dad had music playing on the radio, and Mom had flour on her nose from baking. We were loud, chaotic, messy — but happy. Now everything was quiet. Too quiet. I rubbed my eyes, snapped back to the present. I couldn’t afford to break down. Not tonight. Then I saw it,an email with no subject line. Just two words in the preview: High-paying opportunity. Normally, I’d delete it. Too scammy. Too weird. But something about tonight made me click. We’re looking for someone discreet, available immediately, and willing to sign a confidentiality agreement.

she greeted him in Chinese, and everyone looked at each other in surprise, including Seung-gi, who looked at her doubtfully as soon as she greeted him in his language, and smiled in satisfaction. Eva stood up and took out a small booklet she had organized by hand, she was one of those who said, if a project doesn't work out, show him the second option, but make him sign. "Yes, there are a lot of companies with reader apps, but do they think about the readers? No, most of these platforms require a payment for the authors, which of course many of them make a living from, but there are many books that don't know how to pay or don't have the possibility to pay," everyone looked at her expectantl

“You’re getting paid too.” I blinked back slightly. “What?” ”For the show. Fifty thousand dollars per episode, just like Reeve.” I straightened. “I-That wasn’t part of the deal.” “It was.” Priya said simply. “Page twelve of the contract, section four. You young bloods just never read, do you?” Of course I didn’t. I just signed the damned thing, barely glancing at the fine print because all I cared about was getting my reputation back. ”Your first payment should hit this week.” She continued. “Along with Reeve’s. I’m assuming hers should come through today.”

I handed the menu back. Once he left, I reached for my phone loading my inbox. One by one, I checked the emails that had come in over the past hour. Nothing. My eyes landed on a response from Crestline Media Solutions. "Unfortunately, after careful consideration, we have decided to move forward with other candidates." I didn't bother reading the rest. A heavy sigh escaped me. Another one. I rubbed my forehead. Then a notification appeared. I*******m. Without thinking much about it, I tapped it. The app opened directly to a new post.

Paul was fine-looking through them since he gave her the card she was using. “What’s this now?” Paul cocked an eyebrow. From her inbox, Paul unintentionally clicked on her archives and found a single-read email. He opened it. It was an electronic receipt dated three months ago. After reading the aged bill, he clicked the link to the site where Leah bought it.