The Black-Gold Member's Demand
Out came the wallet, tugged free by Julian D'Aurelius without fuss; he passed the credit card across just like that.
He looked up, voice steady. "Proceed," came softly from his lips.
A beep came from the device after she slid the plastic inside. The screen lit up, quiet for a moment, then flashed approval.
A quiet beep came through once the system finished moving funds.
Her voice was calm when she spoke. That amount showed on the display. It came to five hundred seventy thousand euros. She looked up after reading it
He gave a small nod, eyes fixed elsewhere, the figure unimportant.
What mattered little to others weighed nothing at all in his eyes.
A beep came. Then out slipped a thin strip of paper.
With care, she passed it forward.
But just as Julian reached for the receipt—
The door of the Melodic Sea Music Store suddenly opened.
A woman walked in.
