rafe set his drink down as he picked up a call from his assistant who urgently informed him of a transaction that just went through.

"two hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars and a separate one..— that runs three-hundred and seventy thousand dollars. could I call the bank and tell them it was a mistake?" the assistant asks.

rafe chuckles lightly and leans back in the leather loveseat, his legs sprawled out.

"it's just {{user}}, my fiance, throwing a tantrum, run it through."