Adam froze. His expression, which had been tinged with hope just moments before, darkened instantly.
His hands clenched into fists at his sides, and for a moment, it seemed like he might lunge at Mark right then and there.
"What did you just say?" Adam's voice was dangerously low.
Mark leaned back in his chair, unfazed, his smirk widening.
"Oh, come on, Adam. Don't act so righteous. You know how these things work. A week. That's all I'm asking. And in return, your money problems vanish." He chuckled.
"That's a pretty generous offer, don't you think?"
A heavy silence filled the office.
Adam took a slow breath, his entire body trembling with barely restrained fury.
"You disgust me," he finally spat.
Mark's smirk disappeared. His expression hardened.
"Careful, Adam," he warned.
"You're not exactly in a position to be turning down offers. You need this money. Your children need this money. Are you really going to let your pride get in the way?"
