"We know we're useless and can't even give you the money you want," he continued, his tone shifting to one of mock despair. "But please, don't do anything to my wife. Please."
He fell to his knees, a theatrical display of helplessness, hands clasped in a gesture of surrender. The elders, initially taken aback, exchanged confused glances, unsure how to respond to his performance.
Esme observed, a slight smirk tugging at her lips, appreciating the act but knowing the truth behind it. The atmosphere thickened with tension, the elders' expressions hardening as they tried to regain control of the situation.
"Enough of this charade," one elder snapped, frustration seeping through his voice, but Jay merely bowed his head, feigning further distress. The room crackled with a mix of indignation and confusion, as the power dynamics shifted subtly with each moment of his act.
