The silence that followed Bruno's words was heavy enough to feel physical. The only sound was the distant hum of a lawnmower somewhere else in the hills and the soft splash of the infinity pool. One hundred and fifty thousand dollars.
My mind raced, doing the math. Five figures was a "star" rate. Six figures for a single scene was unheard of—it was movie star money, "buy-a-new-car-tomorrow" money. I looked at Sasha; her breath was hitched, her eyes darting between me and the siblings.
Even Cami was frozen with her glass halfway to her mouth.
I looked at Evelyn. The smirk in her eyes was cold and knowing. She wasn't just offering a fee; she was buying something. She was buying me, my loyalty, or maybe she was just asserting that in this hills-top kingdom, she was the one with the real power.
