Love, Lies, and Spies
"You get 45 thousand a year and a fully furnished two-bedroom apartment. Sounds like a great deal. Men—once they've got money, they just can't help themselves, huh? If he'd just fooled around a little on the side, I might've looked the other way. But this? This is a long-term sugar baby arrangement! I can make one call and have you both charged with fraud. You'd spend the rest of your lives rotting in jail. Wanna bet?"
"No, please! Mrs. Booth, just hear me out!"
She didn't seem as furious as I'd expected, and that gave me a bit of hope. I jumped at the chance.
"Look, I'll give it all back—the money, the apartment—everything!"
"Do you think I want money? You think I'm broke?"
"Then… what do y