Lisa Manoban was the girl who stole my young heart and then broke it. That was a long time ago though and I'm not a girl susceptible to hot girls with big egos who just happen to kiss well anymore. Nor have I kept up with Lisa Manoban. Okay, I have. Everyone has. She's the heir to Manoban Enterprises, and notoriously loud on social media.
Everyone knows Lisa Manoban.
Just not like I do.
But that's another story better left untold.
It's hard sometimes to remember that I'm no slouch myself. Confidence isn't exactly my forte but I fake it well. I've worked with my parents' real estate firm catering to the rich and famous for years and I'm now one of the top agents in the country. Kim Enterprises is the name of our firm, which is also my name. Kim. Jennie Ruby Jane Kim. And now I'm on TV, the star of Selling in New York.
But every family has secrets. Lisa's does and mine does as well.
That's why I have the TV show I didn't really want.
Nothing is real.
Except her. Lisa. She's real. So is my past with her. But it's the past.
Then one day I get called to a meeting by the studio head, it's all very secretive.
Because it's not the studio at all, or actually, it is. Because her family owns everything.
That's right.
The meeting is with her. It's with Lisa Manoban.
And Lord help me, she's now sexier, and more arrogant than ever.
Also it turns out that what Lisa wants from me isn't as simple as a real estate contract.
But it's a contract all right.