Delilah tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes beneath the mask. "Do I look like I’m in need of money?" Her voice was low, carrying a sharp edge that made Michael’s throat go dry.
"No… no," Michael quickly replied, his words stumbling over one another. "I’m just saying… just in case."
Delilah’s silence unsettled him, her firm gaze slicing through his pathetic attempts at bargaining.
Michael noticed a faint calmness in her demeanor, a silence that gave him a sliver of hope.
"I’ll give you any amount," he blurted out, desperation dripping from every syllable. "Any amount, just mention it."
Delilah stepped back, letting out a soft laugh that carried no humor. "I don’t need your money," she replied, her voice steady. "I have about ninety-nine million dollars saved from jobs like th
