"You heard all that?" Jasper Rockwell suddenly slung an arm over Zane Langdon's shoulder. "If I'm going to sell myself, I might as well sell myself to you."
"Jasper!" Zane Langdon snapped, pushing Jasper off and striding toward the car.
Jasper Rockwell watched Zane's retreating back and scratched his head.
'What I meant was, I'll stop taking a salary from Evan Fairchild. That guy's a total scammer! Trying to get rid of me for a measly million. I could be like Sean Coleman and get my salary paid directly by Zane.'
'Wouldn't that be the same as selling myself to Zane?'
Zane Langdon started the car and drove right past Jasper Rockwell.
Jasper chased after it. The car wasn't going fast, but it didn't stop.
"Hey, it's hard to get a cab here!" Jasper yelled, not ready to give up.
But the car just drove further and further away, disappearing into the night.
Jasper glanced around and immediately pulled his jacket tighter. The March chill was no joke.
