“Money,” I tell him, sounding it out slowly. “You think that's all it takes. Throw enough money at a problem, and it goes away. I figured you hadn't changed, and now you've confirmed it. You grew up in this world.” I wave a hand, indicating everything around us. “And you think your money can get you out of anything. Surprise, Mr. Cargill. There are situations even your vast fortune can't get you out of. Because at the end of the day, there is no amount of money in this world enough to make up for a person’s bad behavior. Not really. Not when it counts. Not right now. Have you ever heard of karma?”
“No,” he replies, rolling his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Well, today is the day it catches up with you. I'm just happy I could be here for it.”
This time, when I walk around him, he doesn't stop me. The door is only a few yards ahead, and I find myself almost running for it. I need to get away from him. I need this to be over.
“What if I double the offer?” he calls out behind me, freezing me in place at his audacity. “I don't want to argue anymore, and I don't really care who you are, but I need your help. What do you say?”
What do I say?
I say I really wish I could’ve gotten out of here with the last word.