“Thanks,” I said reluctantly.
“Two hundred thousand is enough to make you say thank you?” Jaxen slipped his phone away and contemplated me. “Beg me nicely, and I’ll restore all my supplementary cards for you.”
My expression hardened instantly. I glared up at the arrogant man. “Who the hell wants your cards? You can throw them in the trash for all I care—I wouldn’t pick them up. Beg you? f**k off.”
“Your mouth is still as stubborn as ever.”
“You’re the one who’s delusional,” I shot back, glancing at the crumpled form in the trash. “Stop stalling and finish the damn thing.”
He finally started writing, but his movements were stiff. When we were both done, I snatched both forms and marched back to the reception desk.
The clerk scanned our information, then her eyes widened. “Oh… you’re A
