Page 151 of Finance Bros

“Well, the thing is, we have the whole fall on video—from three different angles.”

“Oh—you mean while you were laughing hysterically at the fact that I broke my wrist?”

“That one, yes.”

“That’s not going on TikTok.”

“Oh, I completely agree. I mean mostly. It’d be like an outtake on the Patreon.”

I’m glaring now. It’s obvious she’s trying not to laugh, and I’m pretty sure it’s because she’s remembering how funny she found the incident before she realized I’d broken a damn bone.

“Fine,” I say.

“And just like a tiny snippet on TikTok. Like a teaser.”

“Do you seriously think people are gonna sign up to pay twelve ninety-nine a month to watch me trip over a dog?”

She keeps swiveling. “I mean…Iwould.”

I look around for Ryan to back me up here, but he’s left theroom, and Miguel is too busy managing the equipment to help save my dignity—what’s left of it.

“Are you forgetting what happened after I fell?” I ask. Me and Ryan—neck kissing.

“No, but I’ll cut most of that.”

“Most of it?” I ask, appalled. “The other interns watch our videos.”

She waves her hands dismissively. “I can’t worry about them anymore. They’ve got their own mess to deal with. I’ve got a ship in the making, and a fall that was fucking hilarious. Sorry, but it’s a thing. I’m not the only person in the world who loses it when I see someone fall. It’sgold, Mal. There—there’s your crossover.”

“Yeah,” I say. “I see what you did there. Do I actually get a choice, or is this more an illusion of a choice?”

“I guess think of it more as a heads up.”

Ryan is back in the office with a glass of water. He frowns at me and thehelp pleaselook on my face. “What?” he asks.

“Bailey wants to put a video of me falling on the Patreon.”

Ryan shakes his head. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Okay, but hear me out,” she says.

“He said no,” I say.

“All due respect to both of your nopes, but I’m on this team, too, and what the hell have I been wrong about so far?”

Ryan and I share a look.

He says, “What about the part where I?—”

Bailey faces him. “I won’t show the part where you tried to make out with him, okay? God. But I do want to show you running to his rescue.”

“Why?” Ryan asks.

I’m still stuck on the tried to make out with me part. “What’d you do?”

“I just—kissed you for a second. Not on the mouth.”

“You kissedme?” I ask, beyond happy to hear this confirmed.

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