At least some of the pent-up frustration had dissipated.
He waved to Mitbahl. "Come over here."
"What for?" Mitbahl asked, bounding over eagerly.
Jacob produced a card from his pocket. "Here's $1.5 million. Take it."
"Captain?" Mitbahl gasped, his heart racing.
Was he dreaming?
The notorious skinflint Captain Jacob was giving him money.
And so much of it!?
What was this?
This was love!
"Captain, you're treating me so well. Could it be you've finally realized your feelings and fallen in love with me?" Mitbahl teased.
"This money doesn't come for free."
"I know," Mitbahl replied, a sly smile playing on his lips. He leaned against Jacob's chest, his finger tracing circles on Jacob's chest. "There's no such thing as a free lunch. I take your money, and I'm yours, sweetheart."
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