Without hesitation, I opened my purse, took out a $100 bill, and passed it across the desk.
"Fine. Engagement's off. Keep the change. Buy yourself a coffin."
Yeah… that set him off.
Right there, Oliver lost it. He accused me of trying to dodge responsibility.
The next thing I knew, this condescending, high-powered lawyer was there, trying to railroad me into a settlement.
But after checking the transactions, his face turned this gorgeous shade of sickly green.
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"Therese! What the hell is this supposed to mean? Can't even admit what you did? And now you're wishing death upon me?"
Oliver was practically shaking, refusing to take the hundred I was still holding out.
So I grabbed another bill from my wallet and said calmly, "I only used your card to buy two meals. The total came to $29.90. You wanna charge me five hundred grand for that? Honestly, I should be calling the cops on you for fraud."
Then, I threw the bill onto the table.
"Still not enough?" I said. "Here's another one. Now get the hell out of my sight!"
Oliver's hands were clenched so tight, I thought he might actually pop a vein.
"You think I'm gonna believe you only spent thirty bucks, huh?" he barked.