I sent Arthur one message.
[I'll repay the three million in monthly installments to your account. You already paid back the medical bills in your own way. We don't owe each other anything anymore. Please don't come looking for me again.]
Once it went through, I blocked his number and every account I had for him.
After leaving his apartment, I returned to my narrow, freezing little room and went back to work.
But I had underestimated Arthur's stubbornness.
The next evening, the moment I stepped out of the company building, I saw him.
He wasn't in the black Maybach this time.
He stood at the street corner in only a shirt and slacks, the cold wind cutting around him.
When he saw me come out, he didn't approach.
He simply followed me from a dozen yards away.
I quickened my pace and r
