Noah gave a small smile to Rex before leaving his office.
Noah maintained his careful pace down the stairs, and the building's exit appeared ahead like salvation disguised as urban decay.
Only when the main street air hit his face did he allow himself to breathe properly.
No one came after me...thank god.
Relief flooded through him like warm honey.
His shoulders straightened as he realised that he was free. Genuinely, completely free from the financial quicksand that had been dragging him under for too long.
I don't have any weapons with me that I could use to defend myself. That was kind of stupid, i should have brought something with me, just in case things went south.
The thought sobered him slightly. He was worrying whether Rex would send people after him, asking where he got the money from, or perhaps wanting to steal money from him. Luckily, none of that happened.
His wealth meant nothing if he couldn't protect it, couldn't protect himself.
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