Sean Maurice.
The idea of being paid a stipend for bringing a plus-one to my best friend's wedding is laughable... ridiculous, at best. I don't need the money; my bank account is healthy enough to support both my mother and me— in other words, I'm stable—financially, physically, and ethically.
The only problem is, I work in finance, and I spend my days closing deals that could bankrupt opposing companies. I'm very good at what I do, and for that reason alone, I never let a lucrative deal slip by, especially when that deal is so great, It has the potential to fund a million dollar worth of vacation with zero losses by the end of the ordeal— my calculations are never wrong.
The truth is, I have very little pride when it comes to my interests, I either lay myself bare, drawing a few lines from the emotional column of life experiences, or I go all in. I risk it all.
One thing's a fact: In either scenario, I never lose.
That's almost an impossibility.
In this case, I lay it all in; all of me.
Because why not?
Ten thousand dollars at the end of each trial feels like a hassle worth my time.
Actually, I'd be foolish to pass on this deal over some pride on the line bullshit.
I push the written agreement to my side of the table, running my eyes over the terms one more time— as far as the risk goes, the only harm in this is turning up without a plus-one by the end of the month. My dating history might not be one to brag about, but nothing is more fleeting than a good business partner and a wedding in New York.
My pen is poised over the signature line enough to be captured by the sunlight streaming through the glass walls
"A deal is a deal."