Seraphina smiled. It was a beautiful smile, practiced, symmetrical. She pulled a thin wafer of carbon-credit from her clutch and handed it to the lead thug. “Paid in full. Plus a twenty percent gratuity for your… efficient service. Now leave. And if I see you near him again, I will personally ensure your employer’s license is revoked.”

“What?”

“What is the amount?” she asked, looking not at the thugs, but at Elias.