The moment she heard "one million," Jasmine Warren's eyes practically sparkled.
One million!
This was one million dollars!
'I wouldn't mind trying a few more times for that!'
'If I tried ten, a hundred, a thousand, or even ten thousand times, I'd be set for life!'
'I wouldn't even need to look for a job. I could just lie around at home all day counting my money. How relaxing would that be!'
'At least then I wouldn't have to put up with all the crap that comes with job hunting, not to mention being pushed around by this... plastic... surgery... guy...'
With that, Jasmine Warren readily agreed, "Alright, you've got a deal!"
The corner of the man's mouth curled up. He said wickedly, "You... go ahead and try. If you lose, it's on me."
Jasmine Warren might not have had any real experience in this... department, but she had certainly watched her fair share of TV dramas. So, furrowing her pretty brow, she decided to use the techniques she'd seen on screen.
