"Giles, I've been good to you this past year, haven't I? I paid the rent. I covered every meal. I even bought your guitar. I'm not asking you to do anything. Just four days. You don't have to lift a finger."
I brought up everything I'd done, thinking he might feel some shred of gratitude.
Instead, it only deepened his disgust.
"Number twelve! How long are you going to keep hounding me?"
That was when Lissa came out of the bedroom.
She'd obviously heard every word. She leaned against the doorframe, watching me with open amusement.
"What contract? How much is it worth?"
I made up a number on the spot.
"Twenty million for the contract. A million-dollar bonus on top."
Lissa's eyes lit up instantly.
"So if we play along, what's in it for us?"
It hit me then.
She wanted money. Again.
I gritted my teeth.
"I'll split the bonus with you. Half. Is that enough?"
I paused.
"You two are getting married. That's not going to be cheap."
Giles was about to refuse, but the word "married" gave him pause.
It was true.
He hadn't made it big yet. Where was the money for a wedding going to come from?
He was on the verge of nodding when Lissa suddenly cried out.
"No! I want the full million!"
Both Giles and I froze.