"What the f*ck do you think you're doing?" I ask calmly.
Yes, calmly. I don't scream like I've been dying to thanks to a few minutes of calming down and a rational tete a tete with myself. I have to be controlled and keep my wits around myself, and that's what I plan to do. I'm so at peace, I'm f*cking zen.
"Who is this?" A rumbling, almost teasing voice replies. DeAndre from whom I snatched his number said they're the only ones that can reach him through this line, so 'Jason' definitely knows I'm the caller. I don't dignify that question with a response.
"This is a form of control, and I refuse to stand for it. I told you I don't want your f*cking money, and what do you do? You bring ten million of it. I'm not interested. Come down here as soon as possible and take it out of my house before I do something drastic."