Aria

“How much do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm despite the boiling anger inside me. I felt the urge to lash out and hurt her, but I knew I needed her.

“Ten thousand dollars.”

“What!” I choked. “That is daylight robbery. That’s too much.”

“Too much?” She stood up again. Her chair scraped against the floor. “Then goodbye, Miss Aria.”

“Wait!” I grabbed her arm again. “Fine. Fine! Ten thousand. I’ll transfer it now.”

“Good,” she smiled. That ...