Valerie drank her Whiskey Sour in one gulp and then wore her glasses again. "We can finish our transaction after you get eliminated. I hope you're true to your words, Madeline."
"No, I hope YOU are true to your words," Madeline smirked. "One million dollars is not small for me."
"Yeah, yeah, that's just pocket money for me," Valerie said, before she turned her back and walked away.
Madeline stayed at the bar, stirring her drink. She glanced at the bartender, who had listened the whole time. "You know how to keep quiet, right?"
The bartender jolted, "Y—Yes, Miss. I won't tell anyone."
"Good," Madeline smiled. "Sometimes you have to strike that kind of deal to get the best outcome, right?"
The bartender didn't dare to say anything. He just busied himself by cleaning the glasses. His boss had told him not to comment on anything because they had just gotten a new investor to expand the resort.
