Page 17 of Yield to Me

“So I can find us both respectable agents who can make us a lot of money.”

I shook my head. “I’m not buying it.”

“Let me make it up to you,” he said. “I can take you to any restaurant you want. My treat.”

I turned towards him. “Don’t act like that again.”

He laughed. “Now who thinks they can tell other people what to do?”

“Seriously, Michael.” I glared. “Don’t.”

“Let me take you out.”

“Give it up, Michael,” I said. Michael shrugged and headed to the developing room, and I watched him leave. The thought of going on a date with Michael after all of this seemed out of the question. But a tinge of fear coursed through me, echoing the words you’d be surprised what I can do. Maybe it was better to play nice with him, especially if we’d be in the same classes, working with the same professors, using the same spaces for the next few years. What could he do? I wondered. What would Michael do?

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