Riven frowned. He had thought he was the most blunt person in the squad, but it looked like someone was here to take his crown.
'But I can't just give up…' he decided to try one more time.
"I don't mean to brag, but my games are such big hits. We can make so much money."
Malakai glanced around the room, taking in the moldy food remains, empty wrappers, and general clutter. It didn't look like the room of someone who'd earned any kind of money in his life.
"I'll pass," Malakai said after a few seconds.
"Are you sure? I won't ask again. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity."
"I'm sure."
Riven regarded Malakai for a moment, taking in his compact build, his handsome face, and his cold demeanor.
'He's perfect…' A hint of regret crept into him. Was he really supposed to let this go? No!
Riven cleared his throat. "Suit yourself."
Just as he was about to turn, he took a deep breath and did something he never imagined himself doing.
Bam.
