"Nina, Nina... Rosenthal. Sorry to bother you."
"Nina!" Sebastian snapped wide awake. "I saw your husband toss my business card, but I didn't expect your memory to be so sharp! It's been days, and you still remember my number. I'm truly honored! So, what can I do for you?"
"I... need to borrow some money."
"Calling me this early? You must be in some sort of trouble. Oh, wait, it's already noon. Forgive me, I had a late night. How much do you need?"
"Two thousand."
"Two... thousand? Not two million? Not twenty million? Just two thousand... dollars?"
"Yes."
"Nina." Sebastian's voice tightened with concern. "Where are you right now? Is this some kind of weird code to signal you're in danger?"
"No. I just need two thousand dollars."
"Were you robbed? Is Fred with you? Or any friends?"
