“At this rate, you’ll end the night in bankruptcy!” I snapped as Atlas handed the fifth driver a blank cheque.
He leaned against the wall, his lips twitching. “I have a vast vocabulary, Peekaboo, Bankruptcy is not one of them.”
I raised an eyebrow at him for a few seconds before it escaped my lips. A low, soft snort that almost sounded like a chuckle.
Atlas froze, his gaze lingering on me as he bit hard on his bottom lip. “Did I just make you laugh?
“Do you think you’re funny?” I retorted, rolling her eyes before he could appreciate the win.
I hailed another cab and huffed when Atlas smiled and handed him his Patek wristwatch. “Have a nice day!” he chuckled, grinning like a five-year-old with candy.
“Where is it?” I spat, tapping my feet against the ground.
“Where is what?” A
