She climbed down fast, grabbed her plastic bag, and backed away like the car might explode or the men might change their minds. Damian stared at the running engine, then at her. How did you? His voice sharpened, ego grabbing for air. Who taught you? Did you mess with it first? Carter laughed too loud.
Yeah, she probably loosened it and then saved you. Immani’s throat tightened. She looked at Damian’s pointing hand and the phone lenses and the watching strangers. You offered 100 million like it was funny, she said. Because you didn’t think I mattered enough for it to be real. Damian’s jaw flexed. For a second, he looked like he might say sorry.
Then Pride won. Wait, he called after her softer. What’s your name? Emani didn’t answer. She turned and walked into the crowd, head down, trying to become invisible again. Behind Damian, Miles’s grin returned. Not kindness. Content. He tapped his screen and posted the clip before Damian could stop him. Caption: Billionaire offers $100 million to a filthy street kid and she fixes his car.