"Leave my sister and come to me," Briena said, with utter confidence. "I'll make sure you earn more than you can even imagine. I'm already a star, and I can get you a role in the next film I sign." She leaned closer, her eyes glinting with arrogance. "If you love your profession that much, you can be a gigolo for me instead."
John nearly choked on his breath, shocked by her audacity. Gigolo? Does this woman have a death wish?
Justin, unfazed by the crude proposition, raised an eyebrow and mocked, "Though I may be a gigolo, I have standards." He glanced over at John. "What do you think?"
John quickly nodded, playing along with a serious expression. "Actually, one of the watchmen at my apartment building is tired of his job and was looking for a position as a gigolo for a wealthy woman. This lady here seems like a perfect match for him. I'll pass on the message to him about this rich madam looking for company."
