She fixed me with a stare that could cut glass. "If this is about the million dollars, I'm not afraid to say it in front of everyone."
And she did.
She announced, right there in front of the whole crowd, that she'd given Jordan a million-dollar bonus. The room buzzed with shock and envy. Lucky bastard, some of them were probably thinking.
And just like that, everyone understood why I'd suddenly turned on Jordan.
It was about the money.
Some people got it. A million dollars was a million dollars, not pocket change.
Others thought I was being small. Jordan had put his life on the line to protect my wife. The fact that he'd survived was pure luck. Myra rewarding him with a million? That was perfectly reasonable. It just proved she had more class than I did.
She knew how to show gratitude.
After a moment, Myra challenged me. "Or does my life not even mean a million dollars to you?"
I said nothing. I just watched her perform.
"Ma'am, I don't think the boss meant it that way..."
Jordan tried to speak up for me.