At the club, I mingled with Archer's friends as usual, but without the previous eagerness to please, my smiles barely concealed my disdain.
Since there would be no future dealings and no benefits to gain, I didn't care about them at all!
Archer's friends were not pleased and seemed to whisper something to him. Soon after, Archer pulled me aside and said quietly, "Why can't you just be civil?"
What did he mean by being civil? I was only treating them the way they treated me. Oh, and I hadn't even started insulting them.
If you want me to greet everyone with a smile like before, it's an extra two hundred dollars per person. You have five friends, plus the initial one hundred dollars, that’s three hundred dollars each now, a total of fifteen hundred dollars," I said.
Archer, grinding his teeth, agreed, "Fine."
With Archer's approval, I plastered on a smile and chatted with the others. Soon, someone asked me to buy things.
I turned to Archer. "Running errands is five hundred dollars a trip, you decide whether you or your friends will pay."
Archer was fuming, gritting his teeth. "I'll pay!"