The entire rent for Portia's apartment was only $3,500.
But Portia asked Reva for $2,000.
Of course, Portia actually had room to bargain.
But Zevra had no intention of bargaining.
After looking at the apartment, Reva stuffed a stack of cash into Portia's hands. "Here's $2,000. Can I move in now?"
"Err … You mean today?"
"Yes, it's expensive to stay in a hotel," Reva said.
"You're welcome." Portia finally smiled.
Today was really a happy day. She'd just gotten next month's salary in advance from Chen Zhao.
She didn't expect the empty room to be rented out too.
And it was such a high price.
"Can you help me move some things?"
"Did you bring any luggage?"
"It's in the car."
"What luggage do you have in your sports car?"
"A box of miscellaneous items and a box of clothes."
When Portia followed Reva to the sports car, she realized that there was indeed very little luggage.
Just as Portia was about to lift a box, Reva said, "You can't carry that box. You can carry the other one."
Portia was immediately unhappy.
She was at least 20 centimeters taller than Reva.
Why could Reva carry it when she couldn't?
As if she hadn't heard Reva, Portia reached for the box.
But Portia felt like the box was filled with iron. She couldn't lift it at all.
Portia tried again, and the box moved slightly.
However, there was still a long way to go before he could take it out of the trunk.
"What's in this box? Iron? "
"Let me take this box." Reva walked over and lifted the box with one hand. Then, she raised it slightly and put it on the ground.
Portia's eyes almost fell to the ground. She could do that?
Portia tried again. The other box.
The other box was much easier.
At least the second box was a normal weight.
The first box, on the other hand, was at least 100 kilograms.
This girl's strength was way too great.
She could actually lift such a heavy box with one hand.
"Do you have sheets and pillows? I can borrow them for one night."
"Sure." Portia was generous.
He helped Revla tidy up the room and gave his pillows and sheets to Revla.
Reva opened the heavy box.
Portia saw that there were indeed a lot of things in the box.
Moreover, the items were very complicated, and most of them were things that she could not recognize.
"What are these things?"
"My tool for work," Zefra replied calmly.
He took out the items from the boxes one by one and arranged them neatly.
Portia also came over and studied it for a long time, but she still had no clue.
There was no way to figure out the uses of these things.
"Is there anything to eat?" Zevra asked after a while.
"Yes, I'll go get some food."
Portia had pizza in her fridge that was a few days old, but it was still edible after being reheated in the microwave.
After taking two bites, Refra put the pizza back on the plate in disgust.
"Is it not to your taste?"
"Don't tell me that's what you serve for breakfast?" Zephra looked at Portia suspiciously.
"Of course not. I just forgot to throw it away."
In fact, Portia had been freeloading her meals at the Bright Moon Villa.
"There are still fresh ingredients in the fridge, but my cooking skills are very average. You can make it yourself."
Indeed, Zefra went to the kitchen to cook.
Portia looked at Refra's skillful cooking and was a little stunned.
Especially after she was done, Portia couldn't help but feel hungry as she looked at the food Zefra cooked.
Even though she had already had dinner at the Bright Moon Villa.
But now, she felt a little hungry again.
"Let's have some," Zefra said.
"Are you a chef?" Portia looked at the stir-fried meat with broccoli, picked up a knife and fork, and stabbed a piece of meat.
Portia's eyes lit up as soon as it entered her mouth.
"Delicious."
Stir-Frying was rarely used in European and American cooking.
It wasn't that it didn't exist, but it was very rare.
"Are you a chef?"
"No, cooking is just my hobby," Zefra said. "And I can't treat myself badly after living alone for so long."
"You're really good at cooking."
"Thank you."
Zefra could tell that Portia wanted to eat too, so she made a lot of dishes.
Portia didn't stand on ceremony, even though it was her own home.
She felt like she was freeloading.
"What's your job?" Portia asked curiously.
"I'm a special consultant."
"Special consultant? What kind? "
"You probably don't have the chance to use me … What about you? What do you do? "
"I'm a private consultant for a rich man," Portia said. "But my dream is to be a star."
"Everyone in LA wants to be a star." Zefra didn't find Portia's answer strange at all.
"Except for rich people, such as my vampire boss."
"Is your boss very strict with you?"
"Of course. He's the most despicable, shameless, and stingiest man I've ever seen. You can't imagine how stingy he is."
"If that's the case, why don't you quit?"
"He pays me well," Portia said.
But she didn't think that she could find a job that could pay her $3,500 a week.
She had a good education, but there were too many cases of people with good education living on the streets here.
After all, $3,500 a week was higher than the average income of a middle-class family.
Plus, Portia owed Chen Zhao a lot of money.
"Didn't you say that he's stingy?"
"Yes, he's indeed stingy, but that doesn't stop him from paying me a high salary. It's all because of my ability, so he has to pay me."
Portia clearly didn't want to continue talking about this.
"Oh, you just arrived in LA?"
"Yes, so I need to start my business as soon as possible." Zefra nodded.
"If you're willing to tell me what you do, maybe I can introduce you to a few clients."
"Forget it. You can't help."
"Fine, it's fine if you don't want to."
Portia could tell that Zefra was intentionally avoiding the nature of her job.
She didn't want to chase her new roommate away.
"But I think you should be a chef. Your food is really delicious."
"A chef doesn't make as much as my current income."
"You have a high income?"
"Kind of. I'm also a high-income person." Zefra smiled.
"Finance?" The only possibility Portia could think of was finance.
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