Ten minutes later, Velia and Lucas were in an oncoming car. Lucas set up barriers to create privacy for them. All their conversations will not be heard by Vlora. Even by the Mr. Baker—the driver.
“So...”
Lucas's voice sounded. He glanced and saw Velia was squeezing her hands.
“... now you want to be a w***e?”
“I can’t even be called a w***e if I just turn myself for you.”
Lucas glanced. He knew exactly that Velia reversed his sentence some days ago. Quietly, he grinned.
“How much do you want to be paid?”
Velia looked up.
“Why? You wouldn’t do it for free, would you?” asked Lucas. “Or is it enough just to get your job back?”
“Of course.” Velia strengthened her heart. In her mind, she counted. “I want 2.500, Luc.”
Lucas’s eyes were bulging. “2.500 for a newbie
