'...the work you have done for me in the past was superb and, while we did not part on friendly terms per se, I would very much like to remedy that, my lady. Repairing our professional relationship would be quite lucrative for the both of us, and I do sincerely hope you see it that way as well. If this is something you wish to discuss further, you know how to find me. Most respectfully yours, T.M.'
"You cocky, arrogant little shithead..." Cora muttered to herself as she tossed the letter on the table with disgust. The nerve of some people, she thought furiously, shaking her head in disbelief. The arrogant shithead behind the oh-so-polite and almost disgustingly apologetic letter could go to hell for all she cared. Burned her on a job several years ago, nearly got her caught and sent to Azkaban, and now he wants to make amends? Fat. Bloody. Chance. Cora pushed her chair back from the table with a disgusted huff and stalked over to the picture window that overlooked Diagon Alley. Shops were just starting to close up and the shoppers were all filtering back out into the streets now, the occasional sudden disappearances of apparition seeming almost comical without hearing the telltale crack of the spell. Cora stood watching out the window absently as she seethed over the letter, her arms crossed and an annoyed scowl on her face.