I make it to the edge of the table. My teeth feel like they are going to break if I grind them together any harder. Four sets of eyes land on me. Thud. My palm slams onto the red surface, money sitting beneath it. I ignore the rest of them, meeting a pair of brown eyes that are much darker than my own, hiding secrets and unknown intentions. “Since this wasn’t clear enough the other night, let me be frank,” I mutter, hair falling over my shoulder as I push the money toward him. I reach into my bag, pulling out several more twenties and letting them fall to the table. “I can’t be bought, and
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