I walked over, sat down, crossed my legs, and made a calming gesture with my hand, "Don't get worked up, have a seat and let's talk slowly."
Shirley Turner glared, her face stern, clearly not wanting to "talk slowly" with me.
But perhaps needing something from me, she had to swallow her temper and sit down.
Cherry ordered a hot cocoa for me, whispering as she set it down, "Sis, I'll stay with you."
She was probably afraid Shirley Turner would get physical, thinking she could bolster my courage and help if needed.
"Speak, what do you want with me?" I sipped the hot cocoa and began casually.
There was also a coffee in front of Shirley Turner, more than half gone.
She sat up a bit, warming her hands around the coffee cup, hesitating awkwardly before making a wildly outrageous demand, "The family's out of money, give me fifty million."
I raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Do I look like a sucker to you?"
