Martins' POV
"Come work for me." I said, my voice firm and unwavering. I knew this was a life-changing opportunity for Don, but I also understood his hesitation.
Don's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his silence stretching just a bit too long before he spoke. "I'm sorry, but that's impossible." His words were laced with uncertainty, as if he was trying to convince himself more than me.
I remained unfazed, reaching into my jacket pocket. "This card will cover more than enough to get you settled in America." I extended the card toward him, the polished metal glinting in the soft light of the car. "Take it, the code is 0000." I took out the card that Joel had given me, a special p*****t card that could be easily discarded if he ever got into trouble.
Don gave the card a pas
