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.