“Maybe when you’re a rich UFC fighter, you can send me money to get me out of here?” I chuckle as I put the cup back. He relaxes into the arm of the sofa behind him and crosses his arms. “What’s so funny?” “I might become a UFC fighter, but I’ll still be a woman. I’m pretty sure the current highest-paid female fighter earns five-hundred grand per fight.” “Sounds like enough to get me outta here.”
