"Day-um, you look hot in that!"
Sophie turned away from the mirror and glared at Rance, who sat behind her in a comfortable arm chair with a glass of wine by his side. "Bug, you're not helping! You've said the same thing for everything I've tried on so far. I can't buy ten outfits." She glanced at the price tag on the latest dress she had tried on at Rance's insistence, and nearly gagged. "I can't even buy half of this one!"
"Relax, Sophie," he said. "I can give you an advance until you get paid. Besides, all this counts as a business deduction on your income taxes so..."
"Income taxes?" she shrieked. "I gotta pay income taxes now?"
He laughed. "Eventually, it's what all grown-ups have to do…assuming they have an income…which may be a big assumption these days."
Sophie slumped into a chair next to him and grabbed his wine glass, first checking to make sure no one was watching them, then she gulped some down. "I don't think I can do this, Bug…I mean Rance. Sorry."
"No worries," he said. "I know you can do this and you'll need all these clothes to make sure everyone knows they aren't dealing with a novice."
"But I am a novice to the extreme!" she said.
He leaned forward and whispered, "You may think so, but you gotta act as if you know everything…ya know like AOC does. If she can get away with it anyone can."
Sophie scoffed. "But she's an idiot and everybody knows it," she said.