When I told him I wanted more, something in his face crumpled. The easy smile that had sat on his lips evaporated like mist under sun with the expression that replaced it was tight, bitter, like iron folding in on itself. For a second the room seemed to lean toward that moment—as if my words had landed on some hidden fault line and finally cracked it. I must've pissed him off. I didn't mean to, honestly. That was because this was a negotiation, a thing that needed to be said. Still, when two people start pulling at the edges of a deal, one of them is bound to snap.
Really, it was only a matter of time.
