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Thatcher
- 8:20 am -
"You'll never get my money." I spit.
"Never is a strong word. Very strong word- like murder. Murder is a strong word." Atticus says stroking his chin. "Like I could murder your daughter if you don't give me what you owe me."
I don't answer.
"Hmm- I thought that would work. Really? I will murder your daughter." He repeats. "No change? Okay- what if I spread the word of your fraudulent business to any and everyone?"
"You wouldn't." I sneer.
"Oh I would. Then I would bomb the place, killing everyone inside including all your money inside." Atticus says slowly.
"Don't. I owe you nothing." I tell him.
"I can make one call- one call and it will happen in the next ten minutes." Atticus threatens. He takes his phone out and dials each number, looking up to me in between numbers. "One call." He puts the phone to his ear.
"Alright! I will get you your six hundred thousand." I accept my defeat.
"Swell!" Atticus shouts. "I have your checkbook right here." He pulls my check book out of his pocket.
"How did you get my checkbook?" I question.
"Don't ask." He laughs. "Here." He sets down the checkbook and a pen on my lap before untying my hands.
I sigh as I write the check. "Here." I hand him the paper.
He snatches it out of my hand. "Before I let you lose, I am going to have this checked." Atticus snaps his fingers and hands someone the check. "And you aren't going to whine to the police about this. Or else."
I decide not to question it.
"I'll be back." Atticus says before leaving the room.
"What was that, Thatcher?!" Omar shouts to me.
"What?" I question.
"He threatens your daughter's life and you don't care?" Omar questions.
"She'll be fine. She clearly got out." I roll my eyes.
"'Clearly'? What are you talking about?" Omar asks.
"She isn't here, so she is fine." I say ignoring the rest of his questions.
A few minutes later, Atticus returns. "It's clean! I am six hundred thousand dollars richer." He rejoices. "You guys are free to go! I'll walk you out." He walks over and unties us before leading us down the halls and to the front gate. "Take care guys." He smiles putting us into a car and waves us goodbye.
Finally, I am out of that place.
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