ARIELLE
"Uhm... well..." Mark stuttered, his wide eyes darting across the crowd as if pleading for a lifeline, anyone who could rescue him from this escalating nightmare.
"Is this enough?" Cillian asked coldly, tossing a stack of cash at him with the casual cruelty of a man dismissing a minor inconvenience. The bills fluttered to the floor, and Mark flinched as if the money itself were a weapon.
"How about this?" Another splash of cash hit him squarely in the chest, and although his irritation bubbled to the surface, there was nothing he could do except grit his teeth and endure the humiliation.
"Well?" Cillian pressed, his voice lowering into a predatory growl that reverberated through the room. "I am waiting for you to name the price. My money is unlimited, but my patience isn't."
