"Daddy…", Darlene whined from the door.
"This is what I have.", she said when she put a piece of paper with numbers scribbled on it. "The stocks will be sold today, and the money will be available within a few hours. Latest, by tomorrow morning."
Just by the sound of her voice, Arthur knew that she does not have enough. The only question is: how much is she lacking?
Arthur looked at the numbers and frowned. "You need to come up with six million. This is barely twelve percent of it."
Darlene pouted. "Daddy, can't you add to it?"
Arthur shook his head. "I am scraping to come up with ten million. I don't think that I can get more than that."
Darlene looked at her father with displeasure obvious in her expression. "Will you leave me at the mercy of the Whites? Will you allow all those online bullies to drag me through the mud? At this rate, I won't be able to get out of the house."