Urban God of Rebate: Infinite Returns Of Women And Powers

The web of protection Victor had built around himself was only useful as long as nobody pulled all the threads at once.

Sean had just made it clear he knew exactly where all the threads were.

He looked out the window at the city.

He thought about the workers referenced in Max’s documents. The people who had been brought here with nothing and had that nothing taken from them systematically. He thought about what Max had said. That some of them were still in the city.

That was a different problem. A bigger one. Not something he could address today.

But it wasn’t something he was going to forget either.

His phone buzzed.

[Quest Completed: Protect Someone Worth Protecting]

[Reward: +$150,000]

[Balance: $1,645,480]

[New Balance: $1,795,480]

[Bind Target Update: Makima]

[Favorability Increased: 34 → 61]

[5x Rebate Threshold Crossed!]

[All spending on Makima now generates 5x returns]

Sean read the notifications. Then he put his phone away.

He called James. ”Take me back to the building.”

He knocked on Makima’s door at five o’clock in the afternoon.

”Come in,” she said.

He opened the door. She was at her desk. Pen in hand. Looking through what appeared to be maintenance invoices. She looked up and her expression shifted immediately into something more guarded.

”Sean,” she said. ”Is everything okay?”

”Yeah,” he said. ”I have something to tell you.”

She put the pen down. He could see her preparing herself. The way a person prepares when they’ve been managing bad news long enough that good news doesn’t feel safe anymore.

He stepped inside and closed the door.

”Danny’s debt is paid,” he said. ”Fully. I have the release documentation. Both copies.”

He placed one of the copies on her desk.

She looked at it. Read it. Her hands were very still.

”I know,” she said quietly. ”You told me you would handle it. I just didn’t fully...” She stopped.

”There’s more,” said Sean.

She looked up at him.

”Victor Hale won’t be approaching you about this building again,” said Sean. He reached into his jacket and produced the second document. The signed agreement. He placed it on the desk in front of her. ”He signed this today. Read it.”

Makima looked at the document. She picked it up slowly.

Sean watched her read it. Watched her go through it once. Then start again from the beginning. More carefully the second time. Making sure she was reading what she thought she was reading.

The office was completely silent.

Makima put the document down.

She looked at it for a moment.

Then she looked up at Sean.

Her eyes were wet.

Not overflowing. Just full. The way eyes get when something that has been pressing down on a person for a long time suddenly lifts and the body doesn’t quite know what to do with the absence of the weight.

”Danny is free,” she said. Her voice was barely above a whisper. ”He’s actually free.”

”He’s free,” said Sean.

”And Victor—” She looked at the signed document again. ”This is real. He signed this.”

”He signed it this afternoon,” said Sean.

Makima stood up from her desk. She didn’t move around it immediately. She just stood there for a moment looking at the two documents. The debt release and the agreement.

Then her hand came up to her mouth.

Her shoulders moved. Just slightly. The involuntary movement of someone who has been holding something for too long.

”I have been,” she said quietly. Then stopped. Started again. ”For the past three months I have been watching this building. Every night I thought about what I was going to tell the tenants. How I was going to explain it. My parents built this place. My father worked thirty years to pay it off. My mother...” She stopped again. Breathed. ”I thought I was going to lose it. I thought there was nothing I could do.”

”It’s yours,” said Sean. ”It’s staying yours.”

Makima looked up at him.

Her eyes were streaming now. Silent tears, the kind that come from something releasing not something breaking. Her hands were at her sides and she was looking at him with an expression that had everything in it at once. Gratitude so large it had no room to be anything small.

She walked around the desk.

Sean didn’t move.

She stood in front of him. She was in heels and still slightly shorter than him. She looked up at his face and her eyes were shining.

”Why,” she said quietly. ”Why did you do all of this? For me. For Danny. For this building.”

”I told you,” said Sean. ”Good people shouldn’t lose what matters to them.”

Makima shook her head slightly. ”That’s not a real answer.”

”It’s the truest one I have,” said Sean.

She looked at him for another moment.

Then she put her hands on either side of his face.

Her palms were warm. Her eyes never left his.

And she kissed him.

It wasn’t small. It wasn’t tentative. It was the kiss of someone who had been holding something impossible together alone for months and had just had it resolved in a way she couldn’t fully comprehend, and the only language available to her in that moment was this one.

She tasted like coffee and the particular sweetness of genuine relief.

Sean’s hands found her waist.

When she pulled back her eyes were still wet. She looked at him and shook her head slowly.

”You’re going to be very complicated,” she said softly.

”Probably,” said Sean.

She laughed quietly. Pressed her forehead against his for a moment.

Then she stepped back. Wiped her eyes carefully. Looked at the two documents on her desk.

”I should call Danny,” she said. More to herself than to him.

”You should,” said Sean.

”And I should probably...” She stopped. Looked at him. ”Thank you. I don’t have words for it. But thank you.”

”You don’t need words,” said Sean. He moved toward the door. ”Call your brother.”

She nodded. Still looking at him with that expression.