DROP THIRTY-EIGHT Hector checked his finances. He was going insane, pulling his hair out on how to pay the rest of the money to Canvas. He’d show up at some point and Hector wouldn’t be able to swindle his way out of it this time. Patty made him 4500. The pay was 5000, but 500 euro always went to paying off her debt, the cut didn’t even touch her bank account. Hector looked up the contracts, running them through Tony’s extremely handy ‘Dumb it down for me’ AI. That was standard practice he saw for all such contracts, and it actually protected athletes from exploitative owners. The corps couldn’t trust the owners that they’d pay off the girls’ interest rates, so the contract stated that interest would be always kept from any income they gained. The rest of the money were at the owner’s di