He raised an eyebrow, looking at me like I’d just stepped out of a different world.
« You serious? » he asked, his voice deep but calm.
« Yes, » I replied, trying to sound steady, but the desperation in my voice slipped through. « It’s not… it’s not what you think. This isn’t about love or anything like that. It’s just… I need to get out of a situation. »
He looked at me, considering. « So, you’re saying… you need a fake husband? »
« Exactly. A business deal. » I swallowed. « Just something to get my father off my back. » I quickly found my father’s photo on my phone and showed it to the janitor. « Here. »
He paused, studying the picture carefully. He frowned, as if he recognized the man. « Name’s Ethan, » he said, his hand outstretched. « You’re really serious about this? »
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