"I didn't think you'd dare."
Seth Quinn sat up straight, his earlier hostility gone. Even his tone sounded a little languid.
Clara Grant pouted. 'This beast,' she thought. 'A moment ago he looked ferocious enough to want to slice me into a thousand pieces, and now he's suddenly calmed down.'
'Looks like he's the type you have to handle with kid gloves,' she mused. 'Go along with him and you'll prosper; go against him and you'll perish!'
'If I want to survive this, I have to play along with him.'
Just as Clara Grant settled on this thought, she heard Seth Quinn speak again, his voice slow. "I'm hungry. You're taking me out to eat."
"Eat?" It wasn't even four o'clock. 'What kind of meal are we having now?' she wondered. 'And he wants *me* to pay?'
"What, is that a problem?" Seth Quinn shot her a cool glance.
"It's fine, of course it's fine." Clara Grant scratched her head. "But I don't have my wallet with me."
"Go get it."
