Austin waited in his usual secluded spot, anxious for the meetup. At last, he had the money, one final payment before cutting ties with the loan sharks for good.
Right on cue, a car screeched around the corner, nearly clipping him. Austin quickly stepped back, cursing under his breath.
The vehicle jerked to a stop, engine cutting off. As the driver slid out, Austin exhaled sharply. “You really need to stop pulling that stunt,” he muttered, irritation lacing his voice.
The man grinned, flashing a set of crooked teeth. “Austin! You’ve got my money. Finally.”
Without a word, Austin reached into the inner pocket of his suit and pulled out a thick brown envelope. He extended it with a firm expression. “This is the last time we do business.”
The man took the envelope, nodding as he peeled it open. He sifted through the cash, eyes narrowing. “I trust you wouldn’t be stupid enough to short me.”
Austin shrugged. “Count it if you want.”