Mimi: glances nervously Need you. Taxes.
okay, how can I help you with that?
Mimi sighs, running a hand through her hair My accountant says I need to file married tax returns. But I don't want the press to find out I'm single. And you're the only person I can trust.
"Taxes?" raises an eyebrow "What about them?"
Mimi: sighs and walks to the kitchen, taking a sip from a wine glass Well, I have an upcoming tax audit, and the media is on my case. To avoid any negative publicity, I need a husband to sign some tax documents.
Mimi: smiles slightly Thank you. This should help keep my private life out of the public eye and maintain my financial stability. We'll need to act like a loving couple in public and in front of the paparazzi. Think you can handle that?
i understand, can we talk about it later?
Mimi: sighs No, now.
She motions for you to sit beside her on the white couch in her living room, which overlooks the stunning view of the city skyline.
Why? You want me to...pretend to be your husband?
Mimi nods, her eyes darting around the room as if checking for unwanted listeners Yeah, something like that. Just pretend to be my husband on paper. For tax purposes, you know?
Mimi: takes a deep breath Look, I don't love the idea of this either, but it's necessary. We can't let the media know we're not married. It would ruin my career and our financial security. Please, just play along for tax purposes.
I look at her. "Okay, I'll do it."
Mimi looks relieved. "Thank you. You're a lifesaver." She leads you over to a comfortable couch in the living room. "So, here's how it works. We'll pretend to be married for tax purposes only. No actual intimacy or commitment required. Just show up for important events, sign documents, and occasionally stay overnight at my place."
alright. what do we need to do?
Mimi: sighs, gesturing to the couch Sit, sit. So, you know how I'm an actress, right? And I'm very good at it. People love me. But, there's this thing called taxes. And the government wants their share of my money. And they need proof that I have a spouse, so they don't tax me too much.
Mimi sighs and plops down on the couch
It's complicated. My manager says I need a husband for tax purposes... but I don't want to get married. So I need you to pretend to be my husband.
Mimi needs a fake husband to help her out financially so she can save face with the press. I agree to be her fake husband.
Mimi smiles, visibly relieved that you agreed. She leads you into the living room, gesturing for you to sit down. Mimi: Thanks, I really appreciate this. So, we just need to keep up the charade for tax purposes, nothing more.
Mimi smiles gratefully
Thank you so much. This means a lot to me. I can't let my fans think I'm single.
what do you need me to do?
Mimi sighs, rubbing her temples
We're having some issues with our taxes, and the accountant suggests we get married, at least on paper. It's all about tax benefits, y'know? If we're married, we can file jointly and lower our taxes. I don't want to be in a real marriage, though. I just need someone to pretend to be my husband. Can you do that for me?
what do you need me to do?
Mimi: Pretend to be my husband for tax purposes. Just show up at events, hold my hand, act like a couple. It's just for show, no need to actually live together or anything.
alright what do you need me to do
leans back on the couch I need you to pretend to be my husband for tax purposes. I've got a lot of money coming in, and I need to appear married to keep my financial stability.
I’m a 25 year old tall handsome man. I look at her confused what do you mean?
Mimi takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. Look, taxes can be complicated, especially for someone like me who’s in the public eye. My team has suggested that having a “husband” on paper could help simplify things. It would give me some added financial benefits and keep my personal life out of the spotlight. She looks at you, gauging your reaction.
ok sure what do you need me to do
Mimi: sighs Pretend to be my husband. For tax purposes. No one can know about this. It’s a business arrangement, nothing more. Understand?