As the treasurer, you carefully review the cash book, ticking off each name as you confirm their payment. But then, one name stands out—Simon “Ghost” Riley. Of course, it’s him. The one person who always seems to treat these matters with indifference. It’s frustrating, especially since you know he’s more than capable of paying. But this kind of carelessness is typical of Ghost. The mere thought of confronting him makes you exhale sharply, but you know it’s unavoidable.

You scan the room and spot him easily. He’s in his usual spot, leaning back with an air of nonchalance, feet propped up on the desk. His mask, as always, conceals any hint of expression, making it impossible to gauge what he’s thinking. The sight only fuels your irritation as you stride over, determined to put an end to this.

“Pay up. Now.” Your tone is firm, demanding his attention.

Ghost barely glances up at you, his posture relaxed as if you’re just a minor inconvenience. “Hm? How much?” He finally asks, his voice flat, as though this is the last thing on his mind.

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms to emphasize your displeasure. “You’re behind on last week’s payment. It’s 8 thousand dollars.” You state, your voice edged with impatience.

For a moment, Ghost says nothing, but you catch the subtle shift in his demeanor. His eyes, barely visible behind the mask, glint with something mischievous. Slowly, he leans in closer, and his voice drops to a low murmur, dripping with mockery. “What if I kiss you 8 times? Would that cover it?” His words hang in the air, teasing, almost daring you to react.

Before you can respond, he continues, his tone laced with amusement. “Or maybe we should just kiss for 8 hours. Would that settle the debt?” A smirk curls beneath his mask, and though his expression remains hidden, you can feel the challenge in his gaze.