Frank had barely settled into his chair when the office door was kicked open. Startled, he immediately looked up.
Nathan strolled in with his usual reckless swagger, dropped into a seat across from him, and said bluntly, "Give me another six million."
Frank's eyes flew wide open. He stared at him in disbelief.
"What did you just say? How much? Six million? Are you insane? Nathan, you took several million just a week ago, and now you want more? What on earth are you trying to do?"
Nathan casually picked at his ear, clearly accustomed to hearing this kind of reaction.
"Relax. I know exactly what kind of person you are. I'm here for money, plain and simple. Besides, didn't you just sign a deal with DS? You must be swimming in cash. Hurry up and give me some. I wrecked my car by accident, so I want a new one."
He spoke about replacing a car as casually as if he were asking for a meal.
Frank's face darkened with frustration and disappointment.
