"Since when did you become so creative?" Bravyn asked, a chuckle lingering in his voice. I couldn't help but laugh at his question.
"Sometimes, we have to fabricate a story to protect ourselves. Your eyes told me there was no rescue, so I rescued both of us," I responded with a smirk.
"Is it true that a client gave you 200k? For real?" Bravyn probed, his curiosity piqued.
"Well, most of what I said was true, except for the bank details. You and I both know that you were the one who gave me that money," I confessed, a mischievous glint in my eye," I might have added some salts to make the story tastier but I used to get lots of tips?".
"Can you keep it down? I suspect that the scheming sister of mine might be eavesdropping," Bravyn urged, a hint of concern creeping into his tone.
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