The Mute Canary’s Payday
Language: en
During the peak of my social anxiety, I played mute in the bed of New York’s crown prince. No matter how hard he worked, I grit my teeth and didn't make a sound. That is, until his "white moonlight"—the one who got away—returned to the States, and he wired me a $5 million severance package. In my excitement, I blurted out: "Thanks, boss! You're the man!" I covered my mouth in horror, but the man just laughed in disbelief. "My little mute... don't tell me I just performed a medical miracle?"