Savannah begged and begged and almost got on her knees.
By the end of a marathon groveling session, she'd managed to get Eliza Black's demand cut from two hundred million to fifty million.
The project didn't just fail to make money—it lost them fifty million.
Savannah was so furious that she ended up in bed with a stress-induced fever that same day.
Violet Lin had to cough up thirty million of that money herself to avoid being kicked out of Nyx Collective and blacklisted by the entire industry.
Her family might have made its fortune fast, but losing thirty million all at once was still no walk in the park.
For a whole week, nobody at Nyx got any work done. A few had even submitted their resignations.
Violet was too busy licking her wounds to pick a fight with me.
