Maverick chuckled and decided he'd take her seriously before she gets really mad because these days, one no longer knows when her mood swings come. "Hm, who do you want to steal from this time?"
"Ah, ah, don't say it like that. You make me feel like I'm a thief or something."
"Oh? Then who do you want to rob?"
"Plum!"
"Hahaha… Fine, what do you want my expert skills for?"
"Now you're sounding like my husband. Hehe… You see, I forgot some money in the former First Lady's account. I want you to retrieve it for me." She beamed like a child.
Maverick turned her over so they could both sleep side by side. Her weight was killing him. With his elbow on the bed and his palm supporting his head, he asked; "really? How much?"