Chapter 35: Money Talks 3
Soon, he stopped outside a fancy cafe between tall glass buildings. The car settled at the curb like a center piece.
Terrence stepped out, adjusting his jacket as whispers trailed behind him. Some mistook him for a celebrity.
"Kid, it’s great being young and rich," Saul commented.
Once he settled into his seat, he ordered his own espresso first—hot, and strong.
"Let’s get down to business, Attorney. Who knows, give it a month or two and you might be driving your own supercar too."
Saul’s eyes widened.
"Kid, you’ve got a real talent for buying loyalty. That’s how the game’s played. But hey, if you’re handing out gifts, make mine a G-Wagon, yeah? No shame in asking!"
"Easy," Terrence said, nodding. "You look out for me—I make sure you’re set for life."
He preferred working with people who showed their greed openly rather than those who pretended to have morals.
Give them enough, and they’ll follow orders faster than family, or even a lover.
They got down to business, and one by one, he signed the papers after reviewing them carefully.