By the time the shooting was over, Steve and his crew were already waiting at the exit waiting for him. Steve was sweating a little after tallying the bill, a total of 950k British pounds. He was beating himself internally, scrambling his brain to come up with a satisfactory answer for it.
He knew that the Rothschild was loaded, but it didn't matter; he was responsible for today, and when his boss checked the items listed on the receipt, he was sure that Samuel would flip out.
Less than half of the money went toward the actual cause; the rest was spent on the so-called 'reward'. Jane also bought the top of line cosmetics under the influence of other girls. She was grinning like an idiot.
" Why do you look so happy? I will not cover for you." Steve lashed out.
" I don't need you to do that. Boss would understand, unlike certain someone who is a cheapskate!"
" Are you calling me cheap? Why should I spend money on fool's gold? I have some standards."