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His hands flex into fists. “No you won’t. I’m paying you enough money to silently fade into the background.”

I pick up the envelope, my hands shaking, my eyes filling with tears. Then I look him right in the eye and start tearing it apart. “I’m not interested in your money, Calum. I want to be treated like a human being.”

We stare at each other for several seconds. My face crumples.

He is a fucking bastard. Then again, he told me that the first time we met.

When someone tells me that they are broken, that they are a bastard, that their alliances aren’t to anything but money…

The next time, I’ll believe them.

Spinning on my heel, I race out of the bar, tears staining my cheeks.