Chapter 6

“Victor,” he repeated. He blinked a few times and asked, “I do realize you made over three million dollars last year at Breeze Realty, which I find impressive. It proves you’re a hardworking man. Working for Sinn isn’t going to come anywhere close to that yearly income, just so you know. We’re much smaller than Breeze. I’m sure you realize that. If I were to hire you for my company, be completely honest with me and let me know if a lower pay scale will be a comfortable fit for you.”

“If I’m being honest,” I told him, “which I always am, of course, I’m tired of fake people in the realty business. The money. The power. The pompousness. A decade of acting and being someone I never was is exhausting. I want to dress down again and be comfortable, which I haven’t been at Breeze lately. That side of me has been lost for a few years now. I want him back. Does that make any sense?”

“You’re soul searching,” he said.

“I guess you could say that.”