"Sign this!" Greyson commanded, as he dropped a paper on the dining table.
"And...What is it for?" Marietta asked, looking at Greyson awkwardly. "It's not what I think it is right?" She added with a sad smile smearing on her face.
"Yes, it is what you think it is my dear wife." He replied coldly dropping his briefcase on the table as well. He proceeded to opening the case and pulled out his cheque book and a ball pen.
"Greyson?"
Greyson ignored her call and kept on scribbling on a new page of his cheque book. He shook his head at a point and ripped the page he had scribbled something on. Maybe disagreeing with the amount he was penning down. Finally, he smiled at his decision and tore the cheque page.
"Perfect amount" he said, smiling to himself. He had made the right decision of amount to pen down. "What do you think Marietta? A nice score right?"