---- Seeing Bianca walking in our direction, I gave him a mocking smile. "Get on your knees. You've got a decent face. I'll count this dinner as your tip." Albert's fist tightened. "You're going too far." Too far? I was just getting started, and he already thought it was too much? How weak of him. "Forget it, then. It's just a few hundred grand. That's pocket change for someone like you, right, Mr. Roosevelt?" I turned and walked straight toward Bianca without hesitation. "Wait," he called out. I saw Bianca getting closer. I smirked and tapped the floor lightly with the tip of my shoe. I raised my voice and demanded, "Here's fine. On your knees, then." Albert shot daggers at me. Just as he bent his knees to kneel, I heard Bianca's voice from behind me. ---- "Albert, there you are. I've been looking everywhere for you."