Ethan stood there, eager to accept his payment.
"So that brings your total to two thousand dollars. After the flat tax rate of twenty percent for all Titled income, your final amount is one thousand six hundred."
She ran the cash through a money counter one last time, then neatly placed it into an envelope and slid it across the desk.
He grabbed it instantly, the weight of it feeling… satisfying.
"And for you, miss," she said, turning to the red-eyed woman, "your compensation is now fifty thousand. After tax, that leaves forty thousand. How would you like to receive it? Bank transfer, as usual?"
The A Rank hesitated, seemingly taken aback by the amount, then looked at Ethan, who smiled.
But it wasn't just any smile; it was almost evil.
"She'll take cash," he said casually.
The receptionist blinked, clearly caught off guard.
"I apologise, but I'll need confirmation from-"
She nodded.
The woman paused, then shrugged lightly.
"Very well."
She didn't question it further.
