"Woman" he called out, his voice laced with a tone I couldn’t quite place. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone. "Get me the assistant," he snapped into the receiver.
A few moments later, a young man appeared at Darren’s side, holding a large suitcase. Darren took it from him, turning back to me with that same smile that never reached his eyes.
"Here," he said nonchalantly, pushing the suitcase toward me. "This should cover whatever needs you have. I’ve got more money than I know what to do with, so take it. Consider it... compensation."
I laughed. Compensation?
What did he say?
