"Oh tons! I do it all the time," she lied. Well, it wasn't technically a lie. She used her phone all the time and that's what the job was about.
"I don't mean with boyfriends," he said, stuffing another mouthful of eggs in his mouth, then motioning her to a hard wooden seat. "Have you ever done this professionally?"
"I'm a pro," she lied again, and batted her eyes at him.
"I can believe that," he grunted and fumbled through some papers until he found a couple of pages stapled together. He held them out to Amanda. "Read this, it's a pretty standard script for the job."
Leaning forward to take the papers Amanda was uncomfortably aware of his eyes on the cleavage she'd decided to make use of.
"I... I can't read this," she said almost immediately, having barely glanced at the sheet before announcing the problem.
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