C81 The Contract

His words almost made her spit out her food.

“Twenty, Moses?” she asked.

“They would pat the crowd like the Red Sea for you,” he said.

“Why would I want that?” Rosalia chuckled.

“For effect.” He shrugged.

“I will look like a clown,”

“You will look like a star. So, did they bully you?” he asked.

Rosalia shrugged, her expression unreadable. “Not really. I was just… ignored