“That’s my job, and now I have to try to put out statements that you’re not engaged and
having a baby.”
“That’s what I pay you for, right?”
“Don’t get smart with me. How many times have I quit on you?”
I grunted, running a hand down my face, knowing she’d be quick to drop me in a split
second. Hell, she’d done it more than two times. Sarai’s a well-known publicist in the business.
People get on waiting lists to have her represent them.
“I’m sorry, Sarai. How about I buy you a new Gucci belt?”
“Make it a belt and purse, and I might think about not dropping you,” she said and hung
up.
I looked at the phone and chuckled.
Ring! I heard the doorbell and grabbed the robe nearest to me and answered.
“Hello, sir! I came to clean, but I can come back later, if you want,” the house
