After Felix Shaw sat down in the single-seater sofa, Elizabeth White followed suit and sat across from him. Between them, on the low table, was a bottle of opened wine and two glasses, already poured with red wine. It seemed clear that Felix Shaw intended to keep his distance from her, as the two glasses were placed perfectly at each single-seater sofa.
Elizabeth White picked up the glass of red wine in front of her, gently swirled it and said, "Actually, I didn't want to do this either. It's just... I've run into some trouble lately and urgently need money, so..."
"Name your price!" Felix Shaw interrupted before Elizabeth could finish, looking at her coldly, clearly unwilling to listen to her ramble.
Elizabeth's hand paused in its swirling movement, looking dazedly at Felix Shaw. Facing the man's indifferent eyes, she suddenly smiled.
