It’s too much. Too much money. Too many implications. “Is this about the diner?” “No.” “Because I’ve apologized for that about a million times.” “I know.” “And this is for both of us.” He gestures between us. “You think I didn’t tell my agent to get the best contract possible for both of us? For our futures? I thought we agreed we were moving forward together. I’m not saving you; I’m just helping.” “We are.” “So why are you looking at me like I did something horrible?”
