Rise Of The Betrayed Omega
"You're going to give me the account information. I'm going to transfer the money. And then I'm going to walk out of here with what I paid for. Are we clear?"
"Crystal clear," the boss manages, his hands shaking as he grabs his tablet. "Account information coming right up."
He rattles off a series of numbers. I pull out my phone and transfer ten million from my personal account.
A few seconds later, his tablet chimes. "Transfer confirmed," the rogue boss says, relief flooding his face. "She's yours. Pleasure doing business with you."
"Yeah, right," I turn toward the door to walk out but the omega stops me