Vincent snapped out of the swirling chaos of his thoughts, the weight of Marcus's question still hanging heavy in the air.
He turned slowly, his voice cautious, almost hesitant, as he asked, "Wait… which money are we talking about?" The words felt like a tightrope, each syllable a step toward a precipice he wasn't sure he could navigate.
Marcus's response came with a desperate edge, frustration bubbling beneath the surface as he nearly shouted, "Eighty thousand dollars!!!" His hands clenched into fists, the tendons standing out against his skin, his eyes wild with a sudden clarity that sent a chill down Vincent's spine.
Vincent was dumbfounded, his jaw dropping as he echoed, "What… eighty thousand dollars?" The number echoed in his mind, a figure so staggering it momentarily drowned out the million he'd already planned to steal. His pulse quickened, greed flickering like a flame in the dark.
