Paige Cooper — The Secret Behind Table Four
The room grew very quiet.
I was aware of how little money I had, how far his influence extended, and how much easier it would have been to agree with whatever he proposed.
But I remembered my mother’s voice: Fear can make you careful, Paige.
It doesn’t have to make you small.
“All right,” he said.
“No surveillance of you without your consent.”
I asked about the fifty thousand dollars.
“Keep it for now,” he answered.