She had originally thought that doing business with Evan would be a relatively easy and profitable arrangement.
But as it turned out, Emma had been far too optimistic.
It had only been half a month since she received the fifty million dollars, and Emma had already gotten her first message from Evan, her first "assignment."
[Evan: There's a private dinner tonight that I need you to attend. What's your address? I'll have Jason drop off a dress for you.]
When she saw the message, Emma had just finished a new round of chemotherapy. She was lying on the bed, in too much pain to even sit up.
The message hit her like a bolt of lightning. But she quickly recovered and typed back a reply.
[Emma: I'm not free today. Maybe next time.]
Next time?
Not a chance.
Of course, Evan wouldn't agree. His immediate reaction was that she was just making an excuse. He replied swiftly.
[Evan: Don't forget our agreement. If you breach the contract, I can sue to get the fifty million back.]
Unbelievable.
Seeing the words "get the fifty million back," Emma finally understood what it felt like to be hit with a one-two punch to both her body and soul.
[Emma: When? Where? No need to send a dress, just wire me the money. I'll buy my own.]

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