"Eh?" Timothy blurted, his eyes wide. He leaned closer, as if maybe his ears had betrayed him. "You're serious?"
Jensen's face filled the screen, calm, unshaken, his leather jacket collar catching the faint lab lights behind him. "Why? You weren't?"
Timothy's throat went dry. Twenty. Billion. Dollars.
For a moment he almost laughed in disbelief. He had thrown out a ridiculous number, expecting mockery or outrage. Instead, they had swallowed it whole without a single cough.
Timothy rubbed his temples. "This is insane…"
Zoe looked like she was about to collapse in her chair. Ravi, who had joined the call midway, kept muttering something inaudible. Ethan stared silently at Jensen, caught between awe and disapproval.
