Xavier raised an eyebrow. "In that case, let's follow procedure."
He took out his phone, ready to call the traffic police.
Mr. Cook, standing nearby, glared coldly. "If you don't mind making tomorrow's entertainment headlines, I'll gladly follow procedure with you."
Xavier's expression stiffened. He was negotiating for a lead role in a movie, and a scandal now could cost him the part.
Reluctantly, Xavier agreed to pay. "Fine. One hundred thousand it is."
But Mr. Cook had changed his mind. "Get the person in the car out here to apologize to me. I won't ask for compensation."
Xavier was furious. "Mr. Cook, you may be rich, but I'm not so poor I can't afford a hundred thousand."
Mr. Cook insisted, "Have her come down, or I'll call the police. You pick."
"...Don't push me too far, Mr.
