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[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[woman panting]

[music continues]

[gunshot]

[crickets chirping]

[instrumental music]

[siren wailing]

[Bridget]
My story begins when my best
friend and I moved from Arizona

to Los Angeles.

Going to LA,
you've gotta have big dreams.

and we did..
Big dreams and no money.

[sighs]

I can't believe
you found this place.

Right? If you stalk the internet
long enough, you can find golds.

Now I just need to figure out
how I'll cover

my half of the rent.

You will. Look.

That job you thought was perfect

obviously wasn't
'cause they went belly up.

Your actual perfect job
is right around the corner

here in LA, not at home.

I know.

But if I stayed home

I could live with my mom
for free.

And there's Zack..

You're not having
second thoughts, are you?

No. I just miss him.

No, I needed this.
I needed a clean break.

So you're ready to start using
the SwipeToDate app?

Not happening.

That's weird.

Then why do you
already have a profile then?

Are you kidding me?
With that picture?

'That's the photo you chose?
The sunset picture?'

Hey, I took that picture
and it's perfect.

'Thank you very much.'

Look, what I found
in the closet at home.

Z Bear. Zack won this for me
on our first date.

And, yes, I left it at home
on purpose.

We wanted different things, mom.

[chuckles]
Okay, let's eat.

It's on me. Take your free meals
where you can get 'em, gals.

'Oh, you don't have to
ask me twice.'

I second that.

Thank you for everything.

[instrumental music]

[indistinct chatter]

Ooh. They have lobster.

On a teacher's salary,
they have wings.

[chuckles]

[cell phone vibrating]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ Because you can get back

♪ Honey let's go for a ride

♪ You take me to that secret
place you hide ♪♪

[laughing]

You know it was a loud voice.

- Hi, excuse me.
- Oh, hi, yes.

'We'll have the side of the good
artichokes before the meal.'

'Um, and I think
I'll have the skewers.'

- Making a connection, Jolene?
- Oh, please.

[chuckling]

Really, mom, him?

- Oh, you think I'm too old?
- Never.

But him?
I wanna meet.

Refill time.

[Jolene]
'Since I am leaving tomorrow'

I wanna talk about
what you're gonna do.

You're a writer, honey.

It doesn't matter
what your day job is.

Make cappuccinos, serve waffles,
drive an Uber.

Just get a pay-the-rent job so
you can write, like your father.

He wrote books.
I want to blog.

Then when you get settled
in here

find the biggest blog site in LA

and make them hire you.

Nobody even knows I exist.

You know your father wrote
two amazing books

that no one cared about until
his third one became a success.

So what, I should just write
a blog for me?

Who would read that?

I would.

And all my girls
at Power Yoga.

[chuckles]

Getting a personal blog
seen by

a really big site is hard.

- 'I know it, but--'
- 'Oh.'

'Here come Lindsey
looking triumphant.'

He said I was smashing

which is British for hot.

Oh, and that uber-handsome man
that was scoping you out

said dinner was on him.

So, I guess
I will get the lobster.

Okay, mom.
You've still got it.

- Hmm.
- Yes, she does.

♪ You've been mine

♪ Honey let's..

♪ Sweet candy rhyme

♪ Honey let's go for a ride ♪

- 'Hey. Okay, every other day.'
- 'Bye.'

[groans]

If your father were here,
he'd be so proud of you.

[instrumental music]

He loved you
in his own way, honey.

I know.

Remember, opportunity dances

with those who already have
their boogie shoes on.

Okay.

Go dance, girl.
I believe in you.

- I love you, mom.
- I love you, too.

[music continues]

- Bye, Jolene.
- Bye. Be good.

Or don't.

Come on, boogie shoes,
let's cha-cha on out of here.

"Traffic school teacher wanted,
bachelor's degree accepted."

Okay.
How about a writing job?

Oh, "technical writer

for medical devices."

"Swerve Blog,
LA's leading blog site.

"Life revealed by award-winning
writers from around the world.

Truth so raw." Okay.

[upbeat music]

Turns out, truth so raw

is not so easy
to put into words

especially when you feel like
you haven't experienced

enough life to write about it.

I mean, whoever heard of
bloggers burn out

before even posting
their first blog.

Hours spent
trying to write something

to make Swerve hire me.

And all I could come up with
was...truth so benial.

But I still sent in a sample

because I didn't move
to the city of dreams

not to follow my own.

[gasps]

[laughs]

- Don't do that! Oh!
- Sorry.

You look spent.

'I've applied to jobs I hate'

and sent a subpar sample
to the perfect one.

[scoffs]
How was your day?

Well, I was all ready to wow
everyone in my Psych class

day one, but turns out

there's a lot of ridiculously
smart people out there.

It's just first day jitters.
Wow them tomorrow.

Yeah.

- Lindz, wait, let me..
- Trust.

This app has a five star rating.
So...just pick one.

- Baby steps.
- Unh..

- Mm...ting.
- Mmh.

- Oh!
- Good choice.

Oh.

[instrumental music]

Look someday when you're
a famous psychologist

you can eat
all the lobster you want.

Hmm.

[upbeat music]

[sighs]

Well, he's relentless.
Pull off the band-aid.

Tell him you're dating
other people.

[cell phone vibrating]

[intense music]

[Bridget]
'You realize this is not
how break-ups work, right?'

- I just missed you.
- Look, Zack, I miss you too.

- 'But--'
- Then why did you have to go?

We've been through this.

You have your father's business
in Phoenix. And I--

And you're an amazing writer

you can be amazing
from anywhere.

[music continues]

- Are you still there?
- Yeah.

I just, I need time
to figure things out.

I love you.

We could be figuring this out
together.

[clattering]

[intense music]

Zack, um, I need to do this
for myself, okay?

I just wanna see you.
Maybe I can come out there?

Look, I-I've to go, alright?
Bye.

Thank you.

[sighs]

I take it Zack isn't handling
the breakup well?

[scoffs]
Nope.

He'll get over it.

It's what you want,
isn't it?

I mean, I still love him

but he wants to play it safe

and if I'm gonna be a writer

I need to expose myself
to new things.

Well, good thing
you're gonna expose yourself

to Tim29 tomorrow.

That is not what I meant.
And don't you mean Jaret22?

Yeah. Names, numbers, whatever.

Just get out there.

[intense music]

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

New project.
I have to analyze myself.

Hopefully I'm not crazy.

Brr. How was your day?

Well, payment is due
on my student loan

and I don't have the money.

You need a Sugar Daddy.

I updated your profile pic
on SwipeToDate.

A hundred and sixty nine hits.

I need hits from jobs.

And?

[sighs]

[sighs]
I got one.

From Hot Valley Traffic School.

[chuckling]
And I applied as a joke.

Ooh, I have good news.

Jaret22 can't wait
to meet you.

Okay, promise me,
I go on this one date

and you will leave me alone
and delete the profile.

I promise.

Have you heard anything
from Swerve?

Crickets.

Man, if I were my dad,
I would march into that office

hand them my samples
and demand a meeting.

- Why can't you?
- Absolutely not.

I can't just barge
into Swerve.

You absolutely can.

Now, can you change
into something

slightly more presentable?

Jaret22 awaits.

You can borrow my new dress

just don't look better than me
in it.

[instrumental music]

[footsteps approaching]

[instrumental music]

Hi, um, reservation
under Jaret Garrison.

Oh, Mister Garrison
has not arrived yet.

[sighs]

[Anthony]
'He's not gonna notice you
unless you're waving'

a Ben Franklin.

Hey, she'll have a red wood,
with an orange.

How did you know that?

I was at Pour Co
the other night

when you were there.

I never forget
a pretty face, or a drink.

So you were the one
crushing on my mother?

Thanks for the drinks
and dinner.

Pleasure.

Oh, I'm Bridget.

Bridget Caprice.

Anthony Glonz.

If I got my PhD, I could be
a professor like my mom, but..

...eight more years of school?

I'd be in debt
for the rest of my life.

- Everyone's late in Hollywood.
- I guess if you say so.

Bridget? I'm Jaret Garrison.

No, you're three hours late.

Sorry. Shoot day ran long.

And about dinner,
I grabbed a bite from catering.

Drinks?

Sure.

[sighs]

Let me guess,
moved here to become an actress

saw I was a producer,
figured maybe I'd hire you?

Seriously?

I'm a writer, actually.

And the only thing I'd figure is
that you would show up on time.

Oh? Who do you write for?

- Well, I-I'm between jobs--
- No matter, you are gorgeous.

You're unbelievable.

[intense music]

[scoffs]

Let's start over.
You seem great.

- I just don't do this often.
- Yeah. Me either.

Never, in fact,
and you have just confirmed why.

Why don't we have this
conversation

somewhere little quieter?

How about my place?

Come on.

Are you kidding me?

How about you try treating women
with respect?

[Anthony]
My apologies for mankind.

Make it up to you
with a ride home?

[sighs]
Yeah, sure, thank you.

Promise me you're not
some psycho-guy.

If I was, I wouldn't admit it.

[chuckles]
I probably wouldn't either.

- So where is home?
- North Hollywood. By Pour Co.

Oh, best lobster I've ever had.

I've only had the wings.

You deserve the lobster.

[instrumental music]

- This is you?
- This is me.

If that job at Swerve
doesn't work out, let me know.

I'm in the market
for a new executive assistant.

It's easy, it pays well, and..

...it will give you
plenty of time to write.

Thank you.
I really appreciate it.

Good.

[intense music]

[screams]

So, you're too good
for everybody?

Help!

You're gonna regret
blowing me off.

- Argh! Get away!
- 'Wait.'

[Jaret groaning]

- 'What are you doing?'
- 'Get in the car!'

[engine revving]

[intense music]

- Creepy enough for you?
- Yeah. Sure.

[music continues]

[car engine starts]

[instrumental music]

My best boogie shoes,
what do you think?

Ow! Swerve won't know
what hit 'em.

[giggles]

Listen..

- About the other night--
- Don't bring it up!

I still feel so horrible.

I took down the profile
and I reported him.

Glad you had a knight
in shining armor though.

Two, in fact.

Yeah, it was
the strangest rescue ever.

I'm just grateful
they were there.

Now you?

- Go knock 'em dead.
- Thanks.

[chuckles]

[instrumental music]

Hi, I'm Bridget Caprice,
here for Ms. Klein.

- There's no appointment.
- Ms. Klein will know me.

I've emailed her.

- Hmm. Yeah.
- A bunch of times.

I talk to my cat all the time

doesn't mean
he's gonna answer me back.

Will you call her, please?

I came here
all the way from Arizona.

[instrumental music]

- Yeah, I have a Bridget..
- Caprice.

Caprice here to see Kathy.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

Up the stairs,
third door to your right.

[music continues]

You are lucky
that I'm a sucker

for well-researched flattery
and tenacity.

So, you did it.
You got in.

Now, why hire you?

I read your English thesis,
yes, all of it.

Odd choice of a writing sample,
but...it was good.

- Thank you.
- I'm not finished.

- It wasn't you.
- Excuse me?

Our bloggers write about
their lives and experiences

like your father did.
Lawrence Caprice, right?

I read his book
in grad school.

He exposed life in words so raw
they bled off the page.

He was a brilliant writer.

But I'm trying
to step out of his shadow.

And it's hard.
It's really hard.

As kids all you wanna do is
make your parents proud

but what happens when your
parents aren't around anymore?

- What then?
- That!

- What?
- See that, that was personal.

You need to start a blog,
write only things like that

from the heart.

People need to identify
with you.

Get traction in the blogosphere,
then come back.

Your father's success
and tragic end

gives your tale
a strong start.

Now continue to tell
your story.

Step out of the shadows,
Bridget.

[Jolene on phone]
'Don't be so hard
on yourself, honey.'

'It's just one interview.'

[sighs]
But it was theinterview, mom.

I'm telling you,
I'm meant to work there.

So, do what she said,
write a blog.

About what?

A 22-year-old in Los Angeles

who broke up with
her perfect boyfriend

and can't find a job?

Well, I'd probably spice it up
a little, but..

Yeah. You have lots to say.
Just speak your truth.

[chuckles]
Thanks, mom.

You're just starting, there are
lucky breaks all around you.

I love you.
I'll talk to you soon.

[instrumental music]

[Bridget squeals]
'We were like, what is that?'

And then I started, like,
motioning.

Like what it was
on Simon's pant..

[laughing]

It's amazing.

[instrumental music]

"Glonz Corporation.
Anthony J. Glonz, CEO."

- What does he even do?
- I don't know.

But he can afford
a really nice business card.

I think you should just do it.
You can always quit.

Right? There are lucky breaks
all around me.

That's a Jolene gem
if I ever heard one.

- I'm gonna texting him.
- Good.

- I did it.
- Mh.

I mean, what's the worst
that can happen?

I hang around a bunch of
rich people

until I figure out
what I wanna blog about.

- Sounds pretty good to me.
- Right?

[sighs]

- Cheers. Ting
- Cheers.

[cell phone chimes]

"9:00 a.m., my office,
bring a double shot Soy Latte

with sugar-free sweetener."
Face with tears of joy emoji.

He uses ironic emoji's,
can't be that bad.

We'll just forgive his
high maintenance coffee order.

[Bridget chuckles]

[music continues]

[knock on door]

- 9:00 a.m., sharp.
- That's what you said.

In the ordinary business of life
punctuality is--

Absolutely necessary.

Bertrand Russell.

So, um, what is the job?

I mean, when do I start
whatever the job is?

It's mind numbing, really.

Most of it takes place
outside the office

so I need someone young
and energetic

able to keep up with a busy
and sometimes late schedule.

And I'd like you
to start immediately.

Full disclosure, I know nothing
about accounting.

Also, numbers make me cranky.

But words, I can do any
and all things with.

Only dates.
You'll be my walking calendar.

As you are with numbers,
so am I with schedules.

What exactly do you do,
Mr. Glonz?

I perform valuations to quantify
the potential for synergies

in emerging markets.

[chuckles]
I help company X buy company Y

whether company Y feels like
selling or not.

- Like a hostile takeover?
- Not all takeovers are hostile.

- Sounds lucrative.
- Pay is $10,000 a month.

- Yours?
- Yours.

You okay?
You need some water?

That's just, that's-that's,
that's a lot more than I, uh..

It's worth it to me.

The profit I stand to gain
from streamlining my business

and my social engagements
far exceeds

any perceived loss to you.

[sighs]
I, uh, I can't believe
that I'm saying this

but can I try it out
for a week or two?

See how it goes and then decide?

Of course.

Reception has my schedule,
and your first week's check.

Sound good?

[exhales]

[instrumental music]

[intense music]

I know Krav Maga
so you'd better stay away!

'And I'm about to start
screaming loud!'

[music continues]

- Krav Maga? Really?
- Shut up.

I don't know, it was the first
thing that popped into my head.

Could it be that guy
from date night gone wrong?

[sighs]
Maybe.

I couldn't really see much.

Okay, one, please wake me up

the next time
you're getting attacked.

And two, that could make
for a good blog on Swerve.

Check it out.

- How's your blog coming?
- It isn't.

But how can I take time away
from my job

when the money is ridiculous?

Hmm, yes, thank you
for feeding

miss poor grad student
a lobster.

Hey, anytime you want.

I cannot even begin to grasp
this pay grade.

Don't knock it.
You're adulting.

I know I am.

But this seems too good
to be true.

I mean, the job's almost
too easy.

I'm just a walking
schedule keeper.

- Boring.
- Right?

He even said most of the work
takes place outside the office

but I haven't left it yet,
except for coffee orders.

Hm. Hey, do you want to go
to Venice Beach with me later?

- Check out the boardwalk?
- I can't.

Someone has to pay
for your lobster fund.

Touche.

Bye.

[intense music]

I don't care how you do it,
I expect results.

[Anthony]
'What's on my schedule
for tonight?'

A dinner with a Mr. Clemens
at The Cellar. Good choice.

Do you wanna join me?

Conversation with Clemens
is usually lacking.

It'd be nice
to have some real company.

- Seriously?
- Yes, seriously.

- Sure.
- Good.

Oh, and, uh, tonight's a very
important dinner meeting

so get yourself a new dress.

Nothing less than two thousand.

Maybe some fancy
work clothes.

Do you need to sit down?

No. I'm, I'm good.

[upbeat music]

♪ Will I get love like
there's no tomorrow ♪

Lindz. I have something better
than Venice.

Meet me at Rodeo Drive.
We're going shopping.

♪ Whoa-o-o o o-oo-o

♪ They say it's education

♪ It's too much regulation

♪ Let's go rave come follow me

Oh. Okay.

♪ Will I get love like
there's no tomorrow ♪

- Are you kidding me?
- 'Just try it.'

♪ Leave it up
like there's no tomorrow ♪

♪ Whoa-o-o o o-oo-o ♪

Just to be clear, when you die,
I get that dress, right?

[knock on door]

He's early.

Uh, hey, I..

You..
Wow. You look amazing.

- I mean, yeah--
- 'Is that Zack?'

- Have you been stalking her?
- What? No. No. No. I..

Well, what are you doing here?

You weren't returning my phone
calls, so I got a little worried

and I just wanted to make sure
you were okay.

- I'm-I'm fine.
- Yeah, I, uh, I see that.

- Why are you here?
- Uh..

- I was in the neighborhood?
- You're in Arizona.

[chuckles]
You could have called.

I tried, but..

Why are you dressed like that?

I have a business dinner.

- With who?
- Anthony Glonz.

[intense music]

Zack, this is my boss.
Mr. Anthony Glonz.

Mr. Glonz, this is
my ex-boyfriend.

Bridge, I really just
wanted to talk to you.

Okay, look,
is it possible to have

this discussion after dinner?

Yes. I am so sorry.

- You need to leave.
- Bridget, just for a minute.

Okay, how about I escort
the gentlemen out while you--

- Please.
- Zack!

- It's time to go.
- Hey, I'll walk myself out.

I'll meet you in a half.

[groans]

Shut, shut up.

You come near Bridget again,
I'll kill you.

[groaning]

Oh, don't.

You will lose.

[intense music]

Everything is compromise.

Life is a compromise,
relationships are a compromise.

[Clemens]
'How so?'

Compromise is essential to all
human relationships.

Imagine if everyone went around
demanding and giving ultimatums.

- Nothing would get done.
- I suppose.

Think about it.

Is there any relationship
in your life

that give and take
wasn't involved?

[Bridget]
But what about staying true
to yourself?

Even to do that, you still have
to allow room for adjustment.

That is, if you want anything
from other people.

It just seems counter-intuitive
to integrity.

Mr. Glonz,
compliments of the house.

Thank you, Remy.
Dinner was excellent.

- Drink?
- Please.

- Oh.
- Ms. Caprice?

No, thank you.

May we live longer
than our Scotch.

Here's to that.

I can't let this moment
go to waste.

Come on, get closer.

Portrait of an excellent
evening, indeed.

[Clemens chuckles]

- Mr. Glonz, may I have a word?
- Of course.

Excuse us for just a moment.

[instrumental music]

- What exactly am I doing here?
- I don't understand.

Well, I thought
I was coming here as your guest

but this guy's been pawing at me
all night

and you seem just fine with it.

You have to be aware
of the implications--

Bridget, this is how the social
side of this business works.

Businessmen tend to let their
guard down around women.

Especially beautiful ones.

So, you're saying
I'm a set piece?

Exactly.

Seriously?
You're admitting that?

Yes.

I'd never lie to you.

This town is all the show.

And the going exchange rate
for making me look good

and making my clients feel good
is ten grand a month.

It's worth it, don't you think?

Exactly how "good" am I supposed

to make these clients feel,
Mr. Glonz?

There's no need to compromise
your integrity.

It's a magic show.

Smoke and mirrors.

'You decide where your line is'

I will respect that boundary

and I'll make sure my associates
do the same.

'It's your choice.'

But I need you all in.

This is just a job, Bridget.

Managed properly,
you can earn a great living

have time to write,
control your own destiny.

If it's not for you,
I understand.

But I need to know now.

It's up to you.

[thinking]
Oh, my God!

This job, this game..

This is my blog.

[instrumental music]

My last assistant
was an actress.

Took her months to find her way.

You outdid her in one evening.

- Impressive.
- Thank you.

Can I ask you what my..

...official job description is?

Executive Assistant.

And unofficially?

I'm not sure I follow.

Are you a sugar daddy?

[laughs]

That's, uh..

That's not at all what this is.

Isn't it though?

A sugar daddy keeps his "baby"
comfortable

and well looked after
in exchange for certain services

and unspoken agreements.

So, am I a sugar baby?

You are an executive assistant.

Whatever definition you want to
assign to that is yours alone.

[car door closes]

The only service I expect of you
is to do your job.

Do you have a problem with that?

[Bridget]
Just getting clarifying,
and you clarified.

Goodnight, Ms. Caprice.

[Bridget]
Goodnight, Mr. Glonz.

[car engine starts]

Zack?

If that's you,
this is getting crazy.

You need to stop this right now!

[dramatic music]

[door opens]

- Hey.
- Get inside! Lock the door!

Lock the door! Lock the door!

[Lindsey]
'What? Come on.
What's happening?'

There's a man outside and-and...

- Is it Zack?
- No, it's not Zack.

- What do we do?
- I don't know.

- Should we call the police?
- I don't know.

He was just like waiting for me
to get home.

Whoever it was,
it looks like he's gone now.

[sighs]

Are you okay?

This night has been insane.

- 'I'm sorry.'
- 'You know what.'

I'm gonna go funnel it
all into my blog

and let you read about it
tomorrow.

- Okay?
- Are you sure you're okay?

Yes, thank you.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

[dramatic music]

[thinking]
The Unbelievable Real
Life Lessons

of a Sugar Daddy

by the Sugar Baby.

When I returned to the table,
everything had changed.

Mr. Clemens became my victim.

[cell phone buzzing]

Mom.

'It's almost midnight here.'

'What're you doing awake
at 1:00 a.m.? Are you okay?'

Oh, I'm fine.
I couldn't sleep, so I thought

'I'd reorganize my books.'

- By author or genre?
- 'I decided by color.'

- Did I wake you?
- 'No.'

Actually, I was just about to
start a blog when you called.

Oh. Well, I know how you're dad
got when he was inspired.

I won't keep you.

- 'Love you.'
- I love you too.

Bye.

[instrumental music]

[thinking]
The definition of compromise

is to settle a dispute
by mutual concessions.

In this sleek and secretive
world I now find myself

no man is satisfied
by compromise.

They want to win.

And I'm their reward.

Or rather, I pretend to be.

Ms. Caprice, you know how much
Mr. Clemens likes to dance?

[Bridget]
Because that's the game my
sugar daddy wants me to play.

Well, then,
I believe it's time to dance.

[thinking]
I will learn to be his
sugar baby

and, sweet readers,
I'm going to take you

on this ride with me

no matter where it leads.

Oh. I will give you all my money

if you give me
the first cup of that.

- Keep your money, I love you.
- Aww.

[Bridget]
'Uh-huh.'

[cell phone ringing]

[knock on door]

[Bridget]
'Mr. Glonz.'

Listen, hey,
I'm sending someone over there.

Just wanted to give you
a heads up.

There's two guys here.

And they're hot.

Yeah,
it's okay to open for them.

It's Gunner
and his assistant Rex.

'Two best masseurs
in Los Angeles.'

[door opens]

Come on in, fellas!

You can set up over there.

[Lindsey chuckling]

[Lindsey]
Hi.

[Anthony]
'Last night was very
successful.'

You were a big part of that.

This is a small "thank you" for
your help. Take the morning off.

I will see you later tonight
for the McCallister meeting.

[Bridget]
'Oh. Yes. Of course.'

- 'Thank you, Mr. Glonz!'
- And thank you, Mr. Glonz.

[instrumental music]

[Bridget]
Compromise can also mean to
weaken by accepting standards

that are lower then desirable.

But here's what I'm learning..

May you live
as long as you want

and never want
as long as you live.

[Anthony]
'Cheers.'

[Bridget]
As long as
you know what you want.

Play it by your own rules.

And don't mind a little risk.

[Anthony]
'Moments remembered.'

[shutter clicking]

[thinking]
Then, sweet readers.

You run the table.

The game is yours.

Another business dinner..

I thought
I would learn something..

One thing I can say is that
I'm acquiring quite..

I had to push my boundaries of
what's comfortable tonight..

I keep thinking
how far will go?

Tonight's game was on a whole
new playing field.

And for the first time,
I feel like I'm losing it.

- You must be Mr. Corkrin.
- In the flesh.

I'm Bridget.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Pleased to meet you.

[Bridget]
The problem with making
your own rules

is that not everyone
is willing to play along.

- Is Mr. Glonz running late?
- Oh, he didn't tell you?

It's just you and me tonight.

- Red or white?
- Oh, no. I'm fine.

I don't drink much,
but I can suggest something?

That would be excellent.
Thank you.

[Bridget]
And after a while, compromise
means being compromised.

Becoming dangerously
vulnerable.

Exposing yourself
to lure them in.

[instrumental music]

I'm in a dance, sweet readers.

And the music's getting faster.

And I'm no longer certain
who's leading

and who's following.

Shall we end
with a lovely dessert?

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

But it has been a lovely night.

Pleasure meeting you.

Now, we've had a nice night.

Good conversation.
Good wine and food.

I assumed we'd continue
the evening

back at my hotel.

It has been a lovely evening.

So let's not belittle each other
by assuming anything.

Assumptions can be dangerous,
Mr. Corkrin.

[Bridget]
I will not compromise on that.

I will never cross that line.

I had to get out of there.

I was in danger. I was..

[Zack]
'Bridget!'

Zack? What? Did you follow me?

You won't take my calls,
or answer my texts.

- I have to talk to you.
- Did you drive here?

- Yeah, my car's..
- Le-le-let's go. Let's go.

[Bridget]
I felt out of control.

I needed to feel something
familiar.

Something safe.

So, are you going to tell me
who that guy was?

Bridge..

A client.

- Are you an escort?
- What?

[sighing]
No! Zack, you have
got to stop this.

This is getting into restraining
order territory--

Your boss is a felon.

- What?
- He's got a rap sheet, Bridget.

Embezzlement, offshore trading,
trade commission stuff.

What are you doing?

Zack, I am trying to build
a life for myself out here.

Just because you are not
getting what you want

you want to try
and blow that up for me?

I'm trying to protect you.

This guy, Glonz, is shady.

He threatened to kill me
if I didn't stay away from you.

I saw him, he was a gentleman.

He carries a gun..

[clanking]

[exhaling]

You're blowing this
way out of proportion, Zack.

'He was trying to protect me'

and you and I are broken up.

Maybe you should stay away.

Just..

Just-just check him out, okay?
And tell me I'm wrong.

Whatever happens with us..

'I love you, Bridget.'

I just want you safe.

[Bridget]
After tonight,
that's all I wanted

to feel safe.

But this wasn't helping.

Goodbye, Zack.

[engine starts]

[cell phone buzzing]

[Bridget]
Mom?

[Jolene]
Honey. Where have you been?

[Bridget]
I'm sorry.

This job has become
more demanding than I thought.

[Jolene]
'Everything okay?'

[Bridget]
I'm just tired.

Can I call you tomorrow
and we can talk then?

[Jolene]
Sure, that's fine.

Listen, I have a long weekend,
I'll fly out.

[Bridget]
Great.

Yeah, that-that's great.

We'll have a lot to talk about.

[Jolene]
'I'll look forward to it.'

''Night, sweetie.'

[thinking]
For now, sweet readers,
I don't have any answers.

Let's just call this
the end of a very long night.

[Bridget]
I know this party tonight's
a big deal for Mr. Glonz.

But I think
I'm in way too deep here.

This is all starting to feel
so complicated.

Eighty K subs in a month.

Bridget, "The Unbelievable Real
Life Lessons of a Sugar Daddy"

is huge.

[sighs]
I know.

It's traction in the blogosphere

but there's more to all of it.

It's starting to feel risky.

Like I'm barely in control.

[Lindsey]
'Look, whatever you want to do,
I support you.'

But anything by the Sugar Baby
is blowing up right now.

You have half the blogosphere

salivating over
what happens next.

Maybe you just let roll out
and see what happens.

Walk away a hero.

- A very well dressed hero.
- Okay. Thank you.

Meanwhile,
I am so excited for this party.

You know what? Me too.

[chuckling]

[upbeat music]

[Lindsey]
Whoa!

[Lindsey chuckling]

[music continues]

Hm-hmm.

Absolutely, man. I agree.

We are in sugar daddy heaven.

Be nice. You can't say that.

[Anthony]
'Ladies..'

Mr. Glonz,
you remember my best friend.

It's good to see you again,
Lindsey.

You both look remarkable.

[Lindsey]
'I have to personally thank you
for Rex and Gunnar.'

I'll be sure to invite you
to our wedding.

You're welcome. Who's the lucky
man, is it Rex or Gunnar?

Whoever says yes first.

[chuckling]

When is the swimming portion
of the evening?

That pool looks amazing.

I don't think there will be
a swimming portion

to this party, Lindz.

Well, the deputy mayor, chief of
police and district attorney

'may like it.'

There will be no swimming.

[chuckling]

'Lindsey,
you're gonna get me fired.'

[laughing]

I'm just warming up the crowd.

Showing them how the
other half lives.

[laughing]

By the way, deputy mayor,
district attorney

'chief of police?'

'That's a pretty pedigreed bunch
for a criminal.'

Zack is delusional.

I told you, the only thing
I could find on Glonz

were a bunch of
business filings.

Unless it's a giant conspiracy.

Okay, grad school is making you
theorize too much.

Give that big, beautiful brain
of yours a rest for one night.

Hey. Thanks for this.

You can always be my plus one.

And I can't believe
this is your life now.

Yeah.

I still feel like
I'm playing a dress up though.

You do it well.

'And someone agrees with me.'

Bridget, he's gorgeous.

Are we not talking about that?

It is just business.

I'm not sure he thinks so.

Whatever the case,
it's great writing material.

- Let's snoop a little here.
- What?

[chuckling]

I bet that's the master bedroom.

♪ Boy stay with me
how I to learn to be deceived ♪

♪ I plan to be amazing
even when I am fatigued ♪

♪ I am leagues
above the vision ♪

♪ The vision's above leagues

♪ I rather play ball
the ball with you please ♪

♪ I am MDMA with..

♪ I'm cash for advance
may I suggest you pay ♪

♪ I'm make dreams
for the moment.. ♪♪

[Bridget]
'Dad.'

♪ To apply pressure

♪ Before I single format
for my for my pleasure ♪

♪ Yes it takes real talent
to say this ♪

♪ Aah to make room
on your playlist.. ♪

[Anthony]
'Lawrence Caprice.'

I thought of him when I met you
because of the last name.

'Do you know his work?'

He's my father.

[Anthony]
'You must be proud.'

I can't say I'm surprised.

You have a similar
genius in you.

[chuckling]

Oh?

And what is my genius?

You don't know?

Every situation you encounter,
you find a a rhythm

a nuance.

A way in, and not only do you
adapt but you flourish.

It's like watching music
be composed.

You are brimming

with untapped potential,
Bridget.

That's why I chose you.

Your beauty paired
with the same wit

and intelligence that shone
through your father's prose

it's...it's a heady combination.

Thank you, Mr. Glonz.

Anthony.

Anthony.

Lindsey.
She can't be left alone. So..

Can't she?

I should probably go
check on her.

Lindz..

Could I get your help
with something?

- Yeah. Sure. Excuse me.
- I'll be here.

You realize he was about to
invite me to Brazil, right?

Why did you leave me alone
in there?

Because you were having
a moment.

And somehow, you totally
don't see that he's into you.

Yeah, well,
it got really awkward in there.

Why? Because you're developing
feelings for him?

It's okay, Bridge.
I don't judge.

I mean, come on,
he's rich, powerful

charming,
happens to be very handsome.

- Done?
- Done.

- No, thank you.
- Good.

Lindsey..

Yeah?

'What? What's wrong?'

Nothing. I..

'I just thought I saw..'

Hey,
could I borrow you a minute?

There are some people
I want you to meet.

- Sure. Lindsey..
- Will be fine.

I have deals pending
with half the people here

so I expect your
undivided attention.

Okay? I need you here
with me, alright?

Before friends,
family and ex-boyfriends.

Is that going to be a problem?

No. Not at all.

I, I understand.

Good.

Let's mingle, shall we?

[door opens]

Mom!

Wait. Where are your bags?

I got a hotel by the airport.
Dropped 'em already.

- We could have picked you up.
- I'm fine.

I just wanted to freshen up
a little.

So, I can't wait to hear
of what's been going on.

Well, there have been
a few developments.

- Developments?
- Mm-hmm.

- What do you think?
- We remodeled.

[Jolene]
'This is nice.'

So, you know the office job
I got?

It's become a bit more
complicated.

This super rich guy hired her
as an executive assistant

and it's Bridget's job
to make him look good

'in front of clients.'

Thanks. I was about to
tell her my way.

Your way would've taken forever,
and I'm starving.

So, how much is he paying you?

$10,000 a month.

$10,000?

Mom!

Bridget, what've you got
yourself into?

It's purely business.

What kind of "business" exactly?

I needed the money.

[Jolene scoffs]

And what exactly are you doing
for ten thousand a month?

Nothing that
I would be ashamed of, mom.

- What about your writing?
- You should read her new..

- I am writing.
- Writing what?

A blog about a girl who works
for a really rich guy

'who overpays her to entertain
his business associates.'

Mom..

I'm going to take a car back.

Mom, don't leave.

Please. Dinner is on me.

I'll pay my share.

Mom!

- Why are you doing this?
- Ask yourself that.

My blog is blowing up.

Is it worth
selling your soul for?

I'm not selling my soul.

I am actually in control.

You're being used, Bridge.

It's dangerous.
And if your father were alive--

Just because you lived
in dad's shadow

doesn't mean that I have to.

♪ I'm at the center
of the storm.. ♪

I'm tired from the early flight.

I'm gonna get some rest
at the hotel.

Mom, mom, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to say that.

[cell phone ringing]

- I have to get this.
- Of course, you do.

Mom..

Hello?

[car engine starts]

No, it-it-it ended early.

♪ I'm at the center
of the storm.. ♪

Of course.
I will meet you there.

♪ Now I know.. ♪

[doorbell rings]

[door opens]

- You came? Hm-hm.
- 'You asked me to.'

[Anthony]
'Bridget, you look stunning.'

I believe you've met my
good friend, Jim Gallagher.

District attorney.

- Nice to see you again.
- The pleasure is all mine.

I'm glad we have some
one on one time.

Anthony speaks so highly of you.

[Anthony]
'I know you've had a tough day'

so don't think of this
as a business meeting

just a friendly drink.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

[clears throat]

[whispering]
Please, Bridget.

I really need this deal.

[dramatic music]

[door creaking]

[sighs]

[intense music]

Lindsey?

[screaming]

[grunting]

'Lindsey, help!'

Lindsey!

[grunting]

[screaming]

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

[breathing heavily]

[crying]

Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!

Okay, we'll be in touch.

Here's my card.

Call me if you need anything.

We'll have patrol cars
cruising the block

but if you don't feel safe

maybe you should stay
somewhere else tonight.

'Especially with that broken
lock on the front door.

Thank you, detective.

[door opens]

Lindz, where could we possibly
go tonight?

I don't know.

[knocking on door]

- 'Oh, my God.'
- Zack. Are you kidding me?

[Zack]
'I've been trying
to get a hold you. I'm..'

'I'm goin' home.
I just came to say goodbye.'

When I saw the cops out front

I got a little worried.

You okay?

I'm okay.

But someone broke in.

While I was sleeping
and attacked.

Someone attacked you?

'Come here. Come here.'

[cell phone buzzing]

Who could be calling you
right now? Your mom?

No, she's probably
still mad at me.

- Hello?
- 'Bridget.'

Mr. Glonz.

[Anthony]
'I just got a call
from the chief of police'

'said there was an intruder
at your home?'

Uh, yeah.

'But why would he call you?'

You met him at the party,
and he knows you work for me.

He saw your name on the report
and he let me know.

Listen, I'm sending a car
for you and Lindsey.

I want you two to come stay
at my house tonight.

'Or for as long as you need.'

I have ample space.

Oh, no, it's okay. We don't have
to stay there, we can..

[Anthony]
'Please, Ms. Caprice.
Don't be prideful.'

I can protect you both

and I would feel much better
knowing you're safe.

You guys can stay at my hotel
with me.

You, both of you,
or I can stay here.

[Anthony]
'Bridget?'

Bridget..

He's your boss, not your dad.

We'll be ready in 15 minutes.

'Thank you, Mr. Glonz.'

I'm gonna go pack a bag.

His last assistant,
Michaela Newings

she was found drowned
a month ago.

Did you know that?

I mean, there is a ton of stuff
on this guy.

'You just have to know
where to look.'

Wait! Go back.

That's him. Lindsey, come here!

See? He's a criminal and it's
not just white collar stuff.

He's got assault charges.
He's violent.

No. Lindsey, this the guy
that's been stalking me.

Whoa, he's intense looking.

'Is that your boss' friend
or employee?'

Doe he have a..
Is there a name?

No. And it doesn't matter.

Everything about your boss
is wrong.

- Just let me take care you.
- Stop. Zack.

If that guy is really
working for Mr. Glonz

then he's obviously security.

No, this guy is a psychopath.

'And he's using you.'

What do even know about him?

I know that he can help keep
Lindsey and I safe tonight.

[dramatic music]

[instrumental music]

[shutter clicks]

[shutter clicking]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

Find something interesting?

Blank expense reports.

For?

The dinners, the Ubers,
the clothing.

Don't worry about those.
I have accountants for that.

I can imagine you have lots of
people on your payroll.

Yes.

Thanks again for letting Lindsey
and I crash with you last night.

Like I said,
as long as you need.

I think we're good.

The police are gonna
keep an eye on our place

probably thanks to you.

And Lindsey said she can't focus
on studying in paradise. So..

[chuckling]

Can I ask you something?

Of course, anything.

Why were you taking pictures?

It's just for my blog thing that
I do. It's really no big deal.

Hm.

And what's this
blog thing about?

You, me, life. This job.

The deals I do are private.

Of course, and I-I never reveal
anyone's identity.

I have a very strict
non-disclosure agreement

with my clients.

I never shoot places or faces,
just objects.

Give me your phone.

I-it's just a personal blog.

It's really just my story.

My life is not some petty
addition to your story.

This is how you repay my faith
in you?

- Betrayal?
- No.

No, Mr. Glonz.
Um, Anthony, no. I..

What?

What?
You wouldn't betray me?

'Cause you did.

You have.

Who knows what you've
already ruined.

Beauty is dangerous.

But beauty
that doesn't know control

that doesn't know its power

is a liability that
I cannot afford in my world.

How can I make up for this?

I-I-I can..
I'll erase the blog.

Erase the photos,
destroy the phone.

What?

I need to know that
you are in absolute

and complete control
of your actions.

But it..

I have personal,
irreplaceable photos.

Do you want to keep this job?

I'm sorry.

I never should have done a blog.

I mean, I should have asked you.

I never meant to upset you.

'This job is everything to me.'

[breathing heavily]

I really appreciate everything
you've done for me, Anthony.

I did not meant to
disappoint you.

They're gone.

The photos are gone.

And I'll,
I'll take down the blog.

Absolute and complete control.

[dramatic music]

[shatters]

[sniffles]

I was going to
give you this anyway.

But now, I guess, it's more
of a, a apology instead.

[dramatic music]

It's too generous.

You were due for an upgrade.

Look, I'm sorry if I seem
severe, it's just the clients

I work with
are very important people

who expect complete privacy.

If that were to be compromised,
it would ruin me.

And you.

Of course.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Let me make it up to you.

Why don't you join me
for dinner tonight?

Who are we meeting?

You.

[instrumental music]

[Lindsey]
'I'm about to call a ride.'

'You want me to take anything
home for you?'

I'm good.

[automated message]
'You've reached Zack,
you know what to do.'

Hey, it's me.

Look, I am sorry
for kicking you out last night.

I was just freaked out,
you know.

- But I'm good now--
- Hi, Zack.

Lindsey says hi
and Lindsey says bye.

Listen, if you found out
anything else

about the guy in the photo,
let me know.

'Okay, bye. And thank you.'

Boyfriend's gonna be a problem.

[Damon on phone]
'I'm on it, boss.'

Hot date with your sugar daddy
and his friends?

Not really.

You're having dinner
just with Anthony?

How'd you know?

[Lindsey]
That looks like
a just Anthony kinda dress.

[Bridget]
'Okay, yeah,
but it's not a date.'

It's just..

[sighs]

'Lindz, I like what I do.'

And I'm really good at it.

Making men feel good
about themselves

making them feel comfortable.

Them trusting me.

And Anthony trusts me.

Okay, what?

Just, I've been thinking about
about what Zack said

and he's a good guy, Bridge.

It's not like him
to make stuff up.

Stop worrying about me.
I know what I'm doing.

I promise I'm fine.

Just be careful, okay?

Okay.

You can tell me all the
juicy details later.

I'll wait up.

You.. You're coming back home
tonight, aren't you?

[dramatic music]

Maybe.

Okay.

Yeah, I-I'll meet you there,
Jolene.

No, nothing about
this situation is good.

Yeah, no, I'm gonna, I'm gonna
calling her right now. Okay.

[automated message]
'Hi, this is Bridget Caprice,
on my new phone'

'that I can't really work.
Do your best. Thanks.'

Bridge, it's me.

Look, the guy in the photo
is listed as Damon Radovich

but I can't find anything on him

so I'm pretty sure
it's a fake name.

I also got more info
on, uh, Michaela Newings

Glonz' old assistant,
the one who drowned.

This is getting
really out of hand

so I'm gonna head over to
your place right now, but..

I, I'll just wait for you
outside.

Okay. Bye.

[intense music]

So then he hefts me up
out of the snow

and skies down a double black
diamond with me on his back.

Lucky to have
such great father.

Occasionally great..

...always distant.

He was severely injured
when I was 12

and withdrew even more.

And then he passed
when I was 16.

It was tough.

What about your mom?

Hmm. She saved me.

She says I saved her,
but I don't know.

She's always been my rock.

She's a beautiful lady.

[scoffs]

[dramatic music]

'What's on your mind,
Ms. Caprice?'

That night at the bar..

...did you buy us dinner
because you liked my mom?

No.

It was you.

It's always been you, Bridget.

[chuckles]

More wine?

Uh, no.

Actually,
I've probably had enough.

[dramatic music]

Can I go check out your pool?

[chuckles]

My home is your home.

[instrumental music]

[dramatic music]

Tempted to go all in?

I am.

My life is usually rather dull

but you are..

I like you, Ms. Caprice.

More than I should.

[instrumental music]

What am I doing?

[dramatic music]

Anthony?

[music continues]

[Bridget on recorder]
'I like what I do, Lindz.'

This is the best part.

'Making men feel good.'

- 'What is this?'
- Isn't it obvious?

[Bridget on recorder]
'I'm really good at it.'

[dramatic music]

I like what I do, Lindz.

'Making men feel good,
about trusting me.'

And I'm really good at it.

- Anthony, what is this?
- Security.

It'd be a shame if this got into
the wrong hands, wouldn't it?

If this scandal were to ruin
your name and career

before words could take flight.

[sighs]
But most importantly,
what would mommy say?

Zack said he would meet me here.

- I'm sure he's on his way.
- Two hours ago, Lindsey.

Something's wrong. Mother's
intuition, I can feel it.

What do you want to do?

Do you know
where this man lives?

Anthony?
Yeah. I was just there.

Let's go get my daughter.

[laughs]
It is an impressive editing job,
if I say so myself.

- It might even go viral.
- Why would you do this?

You know there are pictures
that go with it as well.

Of course,
those serve a dual purpose.

They tend to come in handy
if a client balks on a deal.

After all,
no one wants their wife

to see 'em with their mistress.

But I never..

- You know I never--
- Smoke and mirrors.

It doesn't matter what is,
it only matters

what people think.

[dramatic music]

[automated message]
'You've reached Zack,
you know what to do.'

[Lindsey]
'Zack, seriously,
where are you?'

I've tried Zack ten times,
nothing.

Bridget isn't answering either.

And the police, they won't help?

No. They say, "Just because
she isn't answering

doesn't make it a crime."

- How much further?
- 16 minutes.

Step on it, girl.

[car engine revving]

[Bridget on recorder]
'...what I do, Lindz,
making men..'

You have so much potential,
Bridget.

Even more than Michaela.

Michaela, your last assistant?
What happened to her?

Her father
was a world renowned economist.

Girls with daddy issues
are so much easier to mold.

So uniquely intoxicating.

I couldn't do it
without you girls.

But what happened to her,
Anthony?

She was clever.

So clever.

But she couldn't abide
by the rules.

She also tried to leave.

I had to let her go.

You killed Michaela?

'You're focusing on
the negative, Bridget.'

It's-it's very unlike you.

I understand that you're
overwhelmed

but we have a very long

and exciting future ahead of us.

What was it that you said
in your blog?

"Having a Sugar Daddy gives me

unrivaled opportunities."

Anthony, please, this is crazy.

Is it? That first night I saw
you at the restaurant

I knew you were special.

But then when I found out
your last name was Caprice?

You were a daddy's girl.
That was fate.

And they way you handled
yourself in business

was remarkable.

You were born for this.

Do you know how most people
define "sugar daddy," Bridget?

An old guy
who blackmails young women?

A older man who lavishes gifts
on to a young woman

in exchange for her company
or sexual favors.

But I never, never crossed the
line, Bridget. And I never will.

Together, you and I
are unstoppable.

Titans will fall,
businesses will fold.

And I will grant you everything
your heart desires

as long as you remain
my luckiest of my charms.

I want no part of this.

Of you.

So, please, let me go.

Oh, you are in
way too deep for that.

[intense music]

Hey. No one walks out on me.

People know I'm here.

They'll find you,
and you'll go to jail.

People? Who? Like my good friend
the Chief of Police?

Or maybe Jim, my golf partner

the District Attorney,
you remember him?

No. No people
are coming for you.

There will be no cavalry
to the rescue.

I was hoping
we could avoid this.

[grunts]

[breathing heavily]

Bring him out.

I won't say anything about this,
you know that, to anyone.

Your friends and family know too
much, 'cause of your damn blog.

I'll tell them I got fired.
No one will ever bother you.

They're loose ends.
Loose ends have to be managed.

But I have arranged an incentive
package, as it were..

- Oh, my God, Zack! What did--
- Hey, hey. Don't.

Leave her alone!
I swear, I'll kill you!

Quiet down, Zacky boy,
let the grownups talk.

You will agree to my terms,
and help me run my empire.

And until my faith in you
is restored

Zack here will be held
elsewhere.

- You can't do this!
- I can.

Never underestimate
a powerful man.

[dramatic music]

- I want a raise.
- Bridget, no--

Shut up, Zack,
I'm trying to keep you alive.

And secure a salary,
commensurate with my skills.

A raise? Considering
the circumstances

I think I'm being
more than generous.

Don't let a few pennies distract
you from getting what you want.

And what do I want, Ms. Caprice?

Absolute and complete control.

[dramatic music]

- Stay here and call the police.
- But I want to help.

My mom and Lindsey--

Will remain alive
as long as you comply.

But just know,
if you betray my faith

I will send that video
to your mother

and she will die thinking
her daughter is a whore.

[chokes]

Keeping him alive
is part of the deal, too.

- Bridget, run.
- 'Zack!'

There's nowhere to go, Bridget.

Call the police, Lindsey.

- '9-1-1.'
- Hello.

'I need to report a gunshot.'

[pants]

You can kid yourself
that I am the bad guy

'but you felt that power,
you spent my money'

you seized that control
and you loved it!

'I'm the one
that taught that to you!'

'You should be thanking me!'

[screams]

- 'Bridget!'
- Mom!

Shh! Do you want her
to die, Bridget?

Hi, mom, you look well.

She's had a tough day, why don't
you go hug your mother?

[sobs]

[gasps]

- 'Mom!'
- Shut up.

Oh, my God. Mom, mom.

[clattering]

Damon, is that you?

[sobs]

[grunts]

[Lindsey]
'Oh, my God.
Bridge, you okay?'

Lindsey.

Oh, God. Mom, are you okay?

Mom, wake up.
Please, wake up, mom.

'Wake up. Mom, wake up.
Are you okay?'

Please, wake up. Come on.

[both grunt]

Hurry, Lindz.

- Oh. Come on.
- Hurry, Lindz.

- I'm losing my grip.
- No, don't.

- Hang on.
- Just hold on.

[grunts]

[shuddering]

[dramatic music]

This is the end, Bridget.

[gun cocks]

[gunshot]

[Anthony groans]

Mom.

[sobs]

Get a move on.

[Zack groaning]

- Hi.
- Hey.

Are you okay?

Well, I really wanted to say
something cool and heroic

but damn this hurts.

[chuckles]
That's perfectly heroic.

[instrumental music]

- Worth it.
- Bye.

[Bridget]
So, when faced with stalking,
kidnapping

and certain death

I felt like it was time
for a career change.

Also, compromise
for the wrong reasons

makes for a lonely soul.

[instrumental music]

These days, I'm enjoying
a simpler life.

Broke, happy and safe.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

- I love you.
- I love you more.

[Bridget]
I'm living
with the love of my life

and thanks to you,
sweet readers

my blog went viral.

And the job of my dreams
is officially within my grasp.

A sugar baby no more,
simply...Bridget.

[instrumental music]

And so, I introduce to you
...the Bridget blog

of the extraordinarily
ordinary..

...with some salacious fiction
thrown in for spice.

Welcome, readers..

...let's go.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]