“I’m not sure if you're aware, but I work for the Department of Education, and, and they aren’t known for paying well. I’m just a lowly government employee, and this is a dream house. It’s going to cost a fortune, and I-I…” I bat my lashes innocently. “I just don’t think I can afford to live in an area like this.” His eyes spark, metal against metal, and he tilts his head back. “Aw, don’t worry, baby, we’ll work it out. I’m sure we can find something you have that I want. Something I’ll pay for.”
I’m dead. I died. RIP me
