"That night you drove me home, I told him that Clair's bling was a knock-off, and asked him to make it the hot news for the next day. After he posted it, the website traffic went through the roof. He made a good chunk of change and split the earnings with me." Cornelia looked at Marcus, her eyes sparkling, "President Hartley, can you guess how much I made?"
So she had spent all that time chatting with that guy just to make a buck.
What a money-grubber!
Marcus had heard her mention some figures earlier, so he could roughly guess how much she made. But he played along, "Give me a hint."
Cornelia spread her arms wide, "A big wad of cash."
For Marcus, a big wad of cash would mean at least a few hundred million. But for Cornelia, a bit over two hundred grand was indeed a big wad of cash.
To make her happy, Marcus deliberately guessed low, "Fifty grand?"
Cornelia shook her head, "Nope. Guess again."
Marcus asked, "A hundred grand?"
Cornelia said, "You can guess higher."
Marcus asked, "Could it be two hundred grand?"
"It's two hundred and fifty grand." Cornelia's eyes and expression were full of joy when she mentioned the money, "Do you know what two hundred and fifty grand means to me?"
Seeing her happy, Marcus was also happy, "I'd love to hear!"
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