Asking for a Friend
“You’re—bubbly, aren’t you?”
I clapped a hand over my mouth, feeling my cheeks warm. “Bubbly is a kind way of looking at it, but yes, I am.”
“Good,” he said, bringing his hand up to his chin. He tapped it twice before dropping it back to the table and continuing the light tapping there. “That’s good. I suspect you’d be able to talk people who owe us money into paying, and others into giving us discounts.”
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