Too Late For Regrets
“You’re such a terrible liar. How many people in this city have a hundred million in cash? Who do you think you’re fooling?”
I held back my anger. “Give me ten minutes. If the money doesn’t arrive by then, do whatever you want to me.”
“Fine. Ten minutes it is.”
Leo started the timer on his phone and raised his voice to the crowd, “Everyone heard that! If he doesn’t get a hundred million dollars here in ten minutes, I’ll strip him down in front of everyone as punishment.”
People erupted in cheers and jeers.
When I finally got my phone back, I quickly called my mom.