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?

realized that while rich people had plenty of money, they could be really cheap about certain

millions on a horse race, a golf game, or even lose tens of millions in a casino night, but when it came

all their wealth, what was

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

he seemed willing to throw money at them to make them go away,

he wouldn't acknowledge them, wouldn't even pick

the upper

fit was

Not

but it could actually

even more. Content "Ck tb

didn't resort to her usual antics. Instead, she

days, I've had

her is real. So, it's only right that we ask for some compensation, even if we're open

lightly.

you'll never see us again." Murray said, "Five million? I've already given

leaped in shock. Farley's eyes widened

mentioned

their own

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

"When will it be in the account? It was quite the trip coming