Chapter 2: Chapter 2
He was a sweetheart, but I knew he would never pay for my surgery. He would probably think it was a scam. "How much do you think I am worth, Mr. Schmidt?" I asked with a straight face. "A million dollars, maybe?" He looked at me with blank exhaustion on his face. "Oh, my sweet summer child.I would never ask you to give up your precious boyfriend for a measly million dollars. But if you want me to perform the surgery, I'll do it for half that amount. No one on this planet is worth that much to me." I smiled despite myself. "You are my sunshine, Mr. Schmidt. Please don’t make me sad.I don’t want to be a sad bimbo." He sighed and handed me the clipboard and pen again. "I need you to sign this form, missy. Then I need you to write a check for the deposit and the rest of the money I need to pay for the surgery. After that I need you to call me so I can set the date for the surgery.