“Five or six thousand, I think?” Jareth replied without much thought. “I don’t remember the exact figure.”
“And what’s the fee for hiring a freelance translator for a single job?” Niamh pressed.
“Two or three hundred, probably.”
“In that case,” Niamh said firmly, “since I acted as your translator today, just pay me a hundred. I did it twice, so that’s two hundred dollars. That’s all the reward I need. Will you pay me in cash, or should I file for reimbursement from accounting? Or you could just deduct it from the fifty thousand I owe you.”
Jareth looked at her with disdain. The woman was obsessed with money. But for some reason, he found her blatant greed… a little bit cute.
He took out his phone and transferred a thousand dollars to her.
Niamh stared at the number, utterly shocked.
“The extra is your bonus,” Jareth said coolly. Watching her eyes light up at the sight of the money gave him a strange sense of satisfaction. “And this is from my personal account. Don’t tell anyone.”
Personal account? So generous? Should she accept it?
Her gaze fell on the Rolex on his wrist. A watch like that cost a fortune. She had just helped him secure a deal worth billions; a thousand dollars was probably pocket change to him. Besides, she really needed the money.
With that, Niamh accepted the transfer.
...
At six in the evening, Jareth and Niamh went to meet Fabian, who had requested the meeting to discuss the acquisition. If it weren't for the deal, Jareth would never have agreed to see him. He knew exactly what kind of scum Fabian was.


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