Cold Calculations

Declan looked like he'd been punched in the gut; his face went pale. But lately he'd gotten better at keeping his cool; no matter how much I tried to piss him off, he just stayed calm.

He said, "I know you're mad right now. I'll transfer the money to your account later, and let me treat you to dinner tonight."

"No need. Just add the dinner money to the transfer," I said, raising my hand to cut him