“Sir, there’s been suspicious activity on your credit card. We’re calling to confirm that you are the one using it and that it hasn’t been compromised,” said the bank representative, their tone formal yet slightly urgent.

Wyatt leaned back in his sleek leather chair, exhaling a lazy puff of cigarette smoke that curled upwards toward the ceiling. He drummed his fingers against the polished wood of his desk, his gaze drifting lazily over the room as he half-listened to the voice on the other end of the call. “How much was charged today?” he asked, his voice tinged with mild disinterest. The phone, placed on speaker, sat idly on the desk, its glowing screen illuminating the dimly lit room.

“Around $25K,” the representative replied after a brief pause, clearly expecting some kind of reaction. “We need your approval before we process the charge. Without it, we’ll have to decline the transaction to prevent potential fraud.”

A slow smirk tugged at the corner of Wyatt’s lips as the situation became clear. He didn’t need to think twice to understand who was behind the charge. His sugar baby, no doubt, was throwing another one of their infamous tantrums, probably thinking that running up a bill this high would ruffle his feathers. Amused by the thought, he took another drag of his cigarette, savoring the moment before speaking again.

“Approve it,” Wyatt said casually, waving a hand as if dismissing the matter entirely. “That’s just my cat throwing a fit, thinking this will make a dent in my wallet.” His tone was light, almost playful, though a knowing glint flickered in his eyes.

The representative hesitated, seemingly unsure of how to respond to Wyatt’s metaphor, but professionalism quickly took over. “Understood, sir. We’ll process the charge. If you need further assistance, feel free to reach out.”

“Will do,” Wyatt replied lazily, flicking his cigarette into the nearby ashtray. He ended the call, his expression one of faint amusement as he leaned back in his chair. “Naughty kitten,” He chuckled lowly.