Rusty.

"That's your reward, Mark," Ricardo says with amusement.

Mark feels himself bristle at the man's condescending tone but he still can't take his eyes away from the briefcase filled with bundles of hundred dollar bills.

He would be deceiving himself if he says he was uninterested in learning the total amount in this briefcase but still his eyes avert in desperate search.

He swallows, his throat dry as he lifts his eyes to the smirking man he gets a hold of himself.

A sudden thought pops into his mind that has him chuckle, "I've got plenty of those."

"I don't know what to say. This is a very generous gift," he says.

The man laughs at Mark's dry words almost as if he understands what Mark was thinking of before getting to his feet, leaving Leia alone on the loveseat.

The sight of her, sitting like a delicate little flower rapidly reduces Mark's pleasure in getting valuable resources, a heavy bitter feeling residing in its place.

He can't help but stare and notice all the expressions s