Isla slumped against the seat, bag clutched to her chest, expression blank.
She'd let out about a dozen defeated sighs in the span of a few minutes.
Grayson, catching every one of them, seemed to be in an unusually good mood about it.
Isla counted the debt on her fingers. The original five million, plus this thirty-eight thousand. If she'd never lost that ten million to Bianca, none of this would even register as a problem. Instead, it was just piling up, choking her into silence.
"A kiss is a hundred thousand, and it doubles each time. Last count was two kisses, so that's already three hundred thousand. Total: four million, seven hundred thirty-eight thousand." The number alone felt like it might crush her.
"Mr. Vale, could you please round today's bill down?" Isla bit her lip, eyes
