Things happened in Dusk Club.
Caleb went to the manager of Dusk Club to help him raise money.
"Don't worry, I've got this. I'll make sure you get a good deal," the manager assured him.
Caleb nodded. "Thank you."
"No need to say thanks. But... don't you feel it's a waste?"
"There's nothing wasteful about it. Right now, I need the money more."
After Caleb left, the manager turned to find Scott standing not far away.
Scott, in a white shirt, stood quietly, one hand in his pocket. He glanced in the direction Caleb had left, his voice indifferent, "What does he need the money for?"
The manager remembered Caleb had once hit Scott. He broke into a cold sweat but couldn't avoid answering, "It seems there's been some trouble at Caleb's home."
"How much does he need?"
"One million dollars.
