"But my clients are a husband and wife," Olaf York glanced at Jaylene Ziel with a hint of embarrassment, "I just told my clients that I would bring my girlfriend to pick them up. Could you pretend to be my girlfriend?"
"What?" Jaylene exclaimed in shock, her eyes wide as she stared at Olaf York, "How could you do this?"
"Come on, just help me out," Olaf York pleaded softly, with a begging look in his eyes, "My client is a very family-oriented person. They knew I had a girlfriend before, but if they see me alone now, they might think I'm not a faithful person, and this deal is very important to me."
"Why don't you bring your real girlfriend?" Jaylene really didn't feel like helping.
"The thing is —," Olaf York looked at her, slightly ashamed, and lowered his head, "I don't have a real girlfriend."
