Upon hearing that Ethan just said. Naomi's eyebrows shot up so high they practically disappeared into her hairline.
She stared at him, her mouth hanging open in a perfect look of disbelief.
"Hold up."
She said, holding up a hand like a traffic cop.
"You want me to be your what now? Your mouth? What does that even mean?"
Her voice was filled with a mix of confusion she couldn't help but continued.
"Are you out of your damn mind?"
Ethan at that moment sighed, running a hand through his hair again.
"Look, Naomi,"
He said, his voice low but calm.
"I'm not ready for the business world to know who I am. Not yet. So I need you to do the talking for me. To be my voice, my face. so you will be my mouth when the time is over."
He looked at her, his eyes pleading behind the mask.
