Paid Ten Grand to Critique

Summary

I was starving, and that is not a metaphor. I survived those brutal early months solely because my face happened to share an uncanny seventy-percent likeness with the girl who broke Eli Dupont’s heart.

Eli was endlessly generous with his money, but he possessed a vile temper and an inability to sleep alone. While keeping me on his arm as his so-called girlfriend, he cheated constantly. Afterward, he would recount the encounters to me in excruciating detail, demanding my critique.

Every time I gave him an honest review, he wired ten thousand dollars to my account.