Damien sat behind the desk with his computer screen open to a spreadsheet in front of him. “Rebecca, darling, I need another $100,000 transferred to the pack account.”
Rebecca looked at him, appalled. “I told you that the money was gone, Damien. You have spent it all.”
“I didn’t ask you how you were going to get it… only that I need it. Certainly, you could sell some of the fancy jewelry that Charles gave you, or even a few of your mother’s old pieces. You don’t wear it anyway,” he shrugged.
“Only because I didn’t have an occasion to,” she said, getting angry. “Now that I am Luna again, there will be expectations on my appearance and formal events that will require that I dress a certain way.” She added snootily.
“There will be NO occasions to dress for if we can’t pay the merchant wol
