"Damn, this is straight-up extortion."
Dirk Carter said.
Arlo Yarbrough didn't look the least bit guilty. On the contrary, he spoke as if it was only right and proper: "I was doing just fine as a doctor, but you just had to drag me off to be your secretary. Low pay, tons of bullshit work. If I don't dig a little out of you, you big shot, when the hell am I ever going to save enough to marry our Elaine?"
"Oh? Since when did she become 'your' Elaine? You two locked it in already?"
Dirk Carter pressed him.
Arlo Yarbrough glared at him and said, "Don't change the subject. Pay up, pay up."
Dirk Carter was helpless.
He pulled out seven hundred yuan and tossed it over.
Muttering, "Other secretaries all slip their leaders money, I'm the poor bastard getting shaken down by my own secretary. Am I tragic or what?"
"Heh, that's what you get for asking for it."
Arlo Yarbrough pulled the car over to the side of the road.
First he scooped up the money.
