The car drove smoothly, the atmosphere in the back seat oppressive.
Faye Vaughn wrung her hands, afraid yet defiant. "I didn't do anything wrong."
Wyatt Hawthorne looked at her coldly. "You need money, right?"
Faye Vaughn hummed softly.
Wyatt Hawthorne tugged at his tie, undoing the top two buttons of his shirt.
His tone was icy. "How much do you want? Name a price. Servicing me is more valuable than servicing a man like Grant."
Faye Vaughn looked up, stunned. "You... you..."
The corner of Wyatt Hawthorne's lips curled. He spoke slowly, deliberately. "How much did Grant promise you? I'll pay double. Satisfy me right now."
Faye Vaughn's pale cheeks slowly flushed red with shame and anger. "What do you take me for?"
"Whatever you think you are, that's what you are to me."
Enraged, Faye Vaughn threw the jewelry box at him.
"Take it back!"
"I don't want your things!"
"I'll figure out the money myself! You can't humiliate me like this!"
