Zaria had to agree with him this time. She nodded and took out her checkbook again. "You are right. How about ten million? Scratch that. Ten million is still chicken feed. Thirty million will do, right? My allowance is at its lowest this year, so

Zaria felt embarrassed as she spoke about this.

She wrote another check for thirty million and forced it into Claudia's hand.

“Please make do with this. I can't go higher than that now. But don't worry. When I get the dividend at the end of the year, I'll make it up to you. That said, you can go back to practicing the piano. I'LL take my leave now."

Scared that Claudia would give her the check back, Zaria grabbed her bag and ran away with her heels clattering against the floor