77 Chapter 77

Stepping back into the dismal street that smelled of garbage and rotting vermin, Kendall knew one thing: over his rotting, putrefying corpse would he let Baxby win the competition.

It was the only reason he'd nearly bitten his tongue off not ten minutes ago after he'd made his offer. She would go up the stairs and speak to Nathan? Oh, and see what he thought? Who the hell did she think she was? For Kendall to place himself at anyone's disposal was in the same category as agreeing to have his rooms spring cleaned-something to be done once every six years under threat of having blunt pencils shoved beneath his nails, his heart carved out with a rusty razor. The woman was so desperate for money, she lived in the kind of dump he aspired to and didn't see how obliging he was being? Magnanimous even?