Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Maisie and her son exchanged a quick glance.

Was it finally time to talk numbers?!

Maisie immediately hopped down from the windowsill.

Calling it a window was a bit generous-it was more of a small ventilation panel that opened vertically. There was no way she'd actually fit through it, let alone fall out.

Jumping out wasn't even on the table.

It was all a show to grab attention, to force Murray to step in. And it worked.

What Maisie didn't know, as she and her son eagerly made their way to Murray's office, was the look their assistant gave them from behind. It was indescribable, shrouded in a veiled darkness. Beneath that, almost imperceptible, was a hint of... sympathy?

...

This was the second time Maisie and Farley found themselves in this office.

It still felt extravagantly opulent.

Maisie didn't beat around the bush; as soon as she entered, she made her offer- "Five million."

Murray raised an eyebrow, sneering, "I thought you wanted fifty million?"

Maisie cursed internally. Sure, she wanted that much, but would they ever give it?

of money, they could be really cheap

a golf game, or even lose tens of millions in a casino night, but when

what was a bit more

the wealthy could bend low as easily as they could stand tall, and it all came

At first, he seemed willing to throw money at them to make them go

the moment the tables turned, he wouldn't acknowledge them, wouldn't even pick up the

the upper crust,

fit was

Not

it could actually tick

even more. Content

the office, Maisie didn't resort to her

days, I've had a

and emotional harm you caused her is real. So, it's only right that we ask for some compensation, even if we're

chuckled lightly.

leave, and you'll never see us again." Murray said, "Five

nearly leaped in shock. Farley's eyes widened in

mentioned a

had their own plans cooking

was straightforward: "Leave your bank account details, and I'll

was quite