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Panel 1: Maida, a little bit angrily: "That's... We're not doing that either, okay? This is a lot of money, even for you. Your mum won't even miss it."
Panel 2: Tahmaseb: "Maida, she'll own you. Even once you've graduated and paid back the loan, she'll never stop expecting favours. You don't know what she's like!"
Panel 3: Maida: "Well, you do So tell me. What is this job she wants me to do? Does it involve hurting people?"
Panel 4: Tahmaseb: "Not in... any obvious way. It has somefing to do wiff real estate. She's never bovvered to fully explain it to me." Maida: "Well, I can't afford to be too picky."
Panel 5: Maida: "I don't have a divorce settlement to fall back on. And I can't take yours. Not for this."
Panel 6: Tahmaseb, visibly shaking, turns away. Tahmaseb: "Alright, do whatever you like. Let's just get out of here, okay?"
Panel 7: Tahmaseb: "Being in this house... talking to her... I can't deal wiff it. I just need to leave."