Wilbur bit his lip.
What’s gotten into Mr. Bragg today, he thought. He never used to bother with things like this.
“How about I write you an IOU?” Niamh pleaded, her eyes glaring at the tinted window of the back seat.
Ten thousand dollars for a tiny scratch? He might as well just rob a bank! A man who drove a car like this must have full insurance coverage. He was clearly just trying to give her a hard time.
As she glared, Jareth was watching her. He met her hostile gaze and narrowed his eyes. Did she want to eat him alive?
The window slowly lowered about a third of the way, revealing a pair of cold, merciless eyes. The sight sent a shiver down Niamh’s spine. It reminded her of the man in the elevator.
Could it be the same person? She wasn’t sure, but the eyes were identical.
Niamh stepped closer. “Sir, I…”
“Twenty thousand,” Jareth cut her off. “Not a penny less. If you don’t agree, we can call the police.”
Niamh’s heart sank. Calling the police would take at least half an hour, and resolving the issue would take even longer. If she was late on her first day of work, Rhoslyn would have the perfect excuse to fire her.
She gritted her teeth. “Fine! Ten thousand it is!”
“Are you deaf, miss? I said twenty thousand,” Jareth replied.


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