Kiss and tell, Elly! Kiss and tell!
My phone immediately rings. I send it to voicemail. Then it rings again.
“Seven FIGURES?” Yasmin screeches when I finally answer. “As in MILLION? With an M?”
“I will once again remind you that volume control is a virtue,” I mutter, even though she’s not the one on public transit.
As usual, she could not care less. “For how long?”
“Three months. Until Olympus launches.
“That’s like… Hold on, I’m doing math; that’s why my brain sounds like it’s buffering… That’s over eleven thousand dollars a day. Eliana, that’s insane. That’s more than most people make in a month. Per day.”
When she puts it like that, it sounds even more surreal. “I know.”
“You’re taking it, right? Please tell me you’re taking it. You could pay off your loans, help your mom, get t
