“$1,000 isn’t enough money,” Castiel said, pulling the sheet closer to him, scanning the rows of numbers. “Please,” he said, and some of the worry and stress he was feeling must have been reflected on his face, because her expression softened. “Isn’t there another contract I can do?”
She fidgeted with the folder. “I do have . . . one option."
“$1,000 isn’t enough money,” Castiel said, pulling the sheet closer to him, scanning the rows of numbers. “Please,” he said, and some of the worry and stress he was feeling must have been reflected on his face, because her expression softened. “Isn’t there another contract I can do?”
She fidgeted with the folder. “I do have . . . one option."