(For starters, I apologize for deviating from the intended tense in the prior chapter, but I am reverting back in this one.)
"Look," Jake said, "I don't know what is going on here, but this is bullshit. Let's just end it now and I'll pay you and her."
"I don't care what you and Regina do," Monica says boldly, "but, on my end, a deal is a deal. I want to do at least one rep to make this square."
"If you insist," Jake said. "I'll load you up. How much do you want?"
"I want 700!" Monica shouted.
"Again?" Jake yelled.
"You know my work," she said.
"Fine," he said as he loaded the bar.
Once the bar was loaded, Monica laid down on the bench. She grabbed the bar and, wasting no time at all, hoisted it. She took more time lowering it, making sure everyone saw all of her bulging muscles. She held it for a long time close to her sizeable chest. She took less time pushing it back up, showing how easily she could lift it. Satisfied with that rep, she placed the bar back in its spot.
"Is that good enough?" you asked the dumbfounded gym owner.
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