"Absolutely not!" he screeched, rising from his seat so fast the table shook. His bulk rippled in motion as four chins jiggled like angry, trembling jelly. He pointed an indignant sausage finger toward Kaiden before shouting, "You've got some goddamn nerve coming in here with demands, kid!"
He panted like he'd just run a mile, fat fists planted on the glossy table.
Renzo, calmer but on the exact same page, grunted and adjusted the collar of his velvet blazer.
"Perhaps you're too young to understand… Or maybe your brain is just filled with useless stuff. But you signed a contract with us. You gave us the rights to those videos. In legal terms, you already consented. Those films are our property."
Next to Renzo, Vesta leaned forward, legs crossed over one another as she sipped her drink. Her red lipstick glinted strongly under the light. "Adults don't throw hissy fits about deals they regret. They move on. Learn from it."
