"You still thinking about it?" Yifeng leaned against the counter, stirring his overpriced coffee with the smugness of someone who'd never done dishes in his life.
"I'm in," I said, smiling.
Fake, of course. But convincing.
He grinned. "Knew you'd see the potential. We'll call it Lumis Tech. You handle finance and ops, I'll take care of the vision."
In my past life, that was the moment I sold my soul. This time, I was selling him a performance.
Over the next few weeks, I played my role to perfection. Supportive girlfriend. Smart, capable co-founder. I let him believe he was the genius and I, the doting assistant.
Behind the scenes? I recorded everything. Built my own version of the ledger. Created a paper trail for when things went south.
Because they would.
Because I'd make sure they did.