Tatum opened her mouth to say something, perhaps retort even if she knew it wasn't for the best, but Bekka was already heading out before she could really offer anything. The door shut, and Tatum's face collapsed as she flopped down into her chair and pressed her hands over her face.

"Bad, so bad," she murmured to no one, just inhaling shakily. How the fuck was she going to get that kind of money? Was she really in this shitstorm? It blew her mind, but it was real and something needed to be done. And presumably as fast as possible.