Chapter 12

Ophelia let out a cold laugh. "It's not about what I want. You've offended Ms. Jefferson. It's her birthday, and you've ruined her mood. I don't think I need to spell out the consequences for you." I knew there was no way out of this, and I would have to drink. Looking at Ms. Jefferson, I apologized, "I'm sorry for being difficult earlier, Ms. Jefferson. While this isn't typically part of my job, since it's your birthday, I'll have a drink." Ms. Jefferson laughed. "Ms. Smith, you're incredible—you got him to comply so quickly! Though letting him off this easily seems too generous." I had hoped submitting would be enough, but she proved to be more difficult than I had imagined. "Well, if you aren't satisfied…" Ophelia said, grabbing a bottle from the table and walking toward me, "...let's make sure you are!" She pulled out a thick stack of cash and threw it at my feet. "You need money, right? Ms. Jefferson offered a thousand dollars per drink. Here's five thousand dollars for this