Ethan frowned at the request. "How much?" he asked, puzzled.
Wasn't he here to sign a contract? What was this about needing to pay something?
Seeing Ethan's confused expression, Wile impatiently tapped the table. "What are you standing there for? I'm asking you a question!"
Ethan shook his head slightly and spoke softly, "I don't understand what you mean."
"Smack!" Wile slammed his hand on the table, his voice cold and filled with frustration. "Are you playing dumb with me? I can't believe your company sent someone so useless who doesn't understand a thing!" Wile sneered, "Let me spell it out for you. Do you want the contract? Fine, but I'm going to need a five-hundred-thousand-dollar bonus first."
Ethan's eyes narrowed as the situation became clear. Wile was trying to exploit the con
