Mabel Harrigan looked like money had a human form and decided to wear diamonds for breakfast. She was tall, sun-kissed from wherever she'd been, the kind of woman whose perfume probably cost more than my rent and who could walk into a room and make everyone's self-esteem file for early retirement. She was leaning against Teddy's desk when I walked in that morning, smiling like she owned the place... and him.
For one ugly, stupid second, I thought she did.
My stomach dropped. I hadn't slept. Bianca had kept me up all night making pro-con lists, pacing the apartment like a caffeinated life coach. She'd said things like "Think about the money, Jill. Think about the zeroes. Think about how you can finally stop paying your sister's legal bills." And she wasn't wrong. The pay Teddy offer
