Too Late for You
I asked, all cool and collected.
They exchanged blank looks, totally clueless.
"Half a mil," I said, my voice soft but slicing through the air like a knife, "that's ten years where you're standing."
I stepped forward, and they shuffled back like I was some kind of queen.
I guessed that was what happened when someone was used to calling the shots.
"You sure you wanna risk messing it up?" I kept at it, "I doubt Mr. Laurent's gonna foot the bill for your goof-up."