"Polly, I'm begging you, just help me this once!" James Yelric knelt directly in front of Polly Eames. "Just pretend that man is me."
Polly Eames's eyes filled with shock and disappointment, but her voice became even more firm. "I'll say it again. I refuse!"
"No!" James Yelric scrambled to his feet, his tone hard. "You have to go!"
"Impossible!" Polly Eames was usually obedient, but on a matter of principle like this, she had her own boundaries.
James Yelric flew into a rage, grabbing her hair. "Polly Eames, don't push your luck! You should be laughing that trash like you is worth a hundred thousand!"
Sharp pain shot through her scalp, and Polly Eames grimaced. "James Yelric, you're being completely unreasonable!"
"Are you going or not?" James Yelric raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face, his expression vicious.
