"Excuse me," Natalie said, leaning toward the man sitting across from her. "Could you repeat that for us?" Gretchen was glad Natalie had said that, as she was very confused. The four partners of the From This Moment wedding venue were sitting at the conference room table across from a man wearing an expensive suit and displaying an arrogant attitude that Gretchen didn't like at all. It was clear he wasn't from the American South; it was also clear he was talking nonsense. Ross Bentley seemed as annoyed by the women's confusion as they were by him. –You advertise Desde este Momento as a full-service wedding venue, right? "Yes," Natalie replied, "but that refers to the food, the DJ, and the flowers. We've never been asked to provide an escort for a guest. This is a wedding chapel, not an escort service." "Let me explain," Ross said with a sly smile, which made Gretchen feel very suspicious. "This is a very sensitive matter, so whatever is said here will have to be covered by the confidentiality agreement for Murray Evans's wedding." Murray Evans was a country music star. On his last tour, he'd fallen in love with his opening act, and they were getting married in style the following weekend, lasting several days. The press was salivating. Such weddings usually required a confidentiality clause to prevent leaks. Truth be told, Gretchen was sick of those kinds of weddings. The money was good. It always was, since she didn't have much, but sending out thousands of invitations written in perfect handwriting wasn't much fun, nor was dealing with the arrogant guests who showed up. "Of course," Natalie replied. "I represent Julian Cooper, the actor. He's an old friend of Mr. Evans and will be his best man. I don't know if you follow celebrity news, but Julian just publicly broke up with his Bombs of Fury co-star , Bridgette Martin. She's already been seen with another well-known actor. As Julian's manager, I don't think it would be right for him to attend the wedding alone, but he doesn't want to complicate his life with a real girlfriend. All we need is a woman who will pretend to be one during the wedding. I assure you, it's nothing indecent." Gretchen knew Julian Cooper. It was impossible not to, even though she hadn't seen any of his movies. He was the king of action movies, with gunfire, explosions, and terrible scripts. It wasn't the kind of movies she liked, despite being very popular. It seemed ridiculous that he needed a fake girlfriend. His hard, sweaty abs were plastered all over the city's billboards. Even if Gretchen didn't appreciate his behavior, she couldn't help but admit he had a magnificent body. If a man like that, with that appearance, couldn't get a last-minute companion, what could she expect? "What kind of woman do you want?" Bree, the photographer, asked cautiously. "I don't know many women who feel safe on the arm of a movie star." "That's understandable," Ross replied. "What we'd prefer is a normal woman. We don't want her to look like an escort. It would be good for Julian's fans to see him with a woman like that, as they'd believe they have a chance of dating him." Gretchen snorted, and Ross gave her a sharp look. "We're willing to compensate you generously for your trouble," he continued. "We'll pay you ten thousand dollars for your time, as well as an allowance for your clothing and beauty salon." "Ten thousand dollars?" Gretchen asked in a choked voice. "Are you kidding?" "No," Ross replied. "I'm serious. Can you provide what I'm asking for, or not?"
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