"Ok, ok. Two billion! No more than that," Ed said.
"Four billion," I said, nonchalantly.
Ed started breaking down in tears.
"Is your money really that much more important to you than your daughter's life?" I said callously.
I kept reminding myself he wasn't real. This was a mini-game. I was just role playing this scenario for maximum profit. If I thought this was real, I'd vomit.
"No…," he said, in between sobs. "Three billion?"
"Done!" I said, shaking his hand. "Denise?"
"Yes?" She said, still on the call.
"Write up a contract for the agreed three billion and send it immediately," I said.
"Yes, yes!" Denise stopped making noise but she stayed on the line.
Twenty minutes later, a contract had been written and it was signed by both parties, me and Ed.
"Alright," I said. "I'll take that check thank you very much!"
Ed feebly handed over the check. "I'm slightly worse off than I was before! Oh, the agony!"
