Mayella POV:
I had just settled into the plush leather seat of my car, trying to shake off the chaos of the day, when another vehicle roared to a stop beside mine. Before I could react, the door was wrenched open. Out stepped Breonica, followed closely by Lenell, her face flushed with rage and desperation. She reached into her designer purse and pulled out a thick stack of cash, thrusting it at me like a weapon.
"How much do you want, Mayella? Name your price!"
I stared at her, incredulous.
"Seriously? You think throwing money at me will magically make things better?"
"Money solves most problems, doesn't it?" Breonica sneered, her fingers trembling with palpable ire.
"Fine, if you believe that, why don't you light some of it on fire? Maybe Lucifer himself will make a bargain for yo
