He's a doctor, he can afford it

This creep sickens you, he deserves worse. You’re letting him off easy all things considered. “Three hundred thousand yen,” you demand. For a minute he just stands there staring at you oddly. You manage to meet his gaze and keep a defiant look on your face. Gradually his lip starts quivering and he slowly turns an unhealthy shade of purple. His face contorts in odd ways that makes you think he had a stroke. You’re about to ask the nurse for help when he suddenly bellows out, “WHAAAAT?!?!?!” A fleck of spit hits your cheek and his breath blows your hair back. Your eyes water from the blast of air that slams in your face. His bellow echoes down the hallway and the lights flicker a little. You can hear a car alarm going off in the distance. Once the bells in your head stop ringing, you calmly wipe off his spittle with your sleeve and give him an impatient look, “hey, my services don’t come cheap. Three hundred is perfectly reasonable for a man in my line of work. Considering what’s at stake, I think I’m being VERY accommodating. I could just as easily cut my losses, go to her tonight and be rid of you both!” You’ve got him on the ropes, just one more prod should do it. FINISH HIM! “I wonder how the hospital administration will react when I tell them that you used your position to solicit sex from a nurse?”

Fatality. . .

His shoulders slump and his head hangs low in defeat.  It’s one thing to destroy his marriage, but threatening his livelihood is more than he can afford.  He knows he’s in a corner and his only chance is to give in.  “Alright, I’ll pay.  But I don’t have that much with me.  I’ll give you what I have and you can come back tomorrow for the rest.”  He pulls a wad of bills out of his wallet and hands it to you.  You smile in victory and snatch it from his bony hand (hands that were all over that nurses body, the thought disgusts you) and count through the stack.

100,000 yen.  ‘A good haul,’ you think as you calmly pocket the money trying to look mildly disappointment, “I guess it’ll do for now.  I’ll come by tomorrow for the rest, you’d better have it.”

“I’ll have it,” he says sourly.  You hear him mutter ‘bastard’ under his breath.  You decide to let it slide.  “One more thing,” you say.  He looks like he’s about to break into tears, “what else?”  You poke him in the chest with your finger, “stay away from the nurses.”  Hearing this, the girl stares at you in surprise.  You give her a nod and face the doc again, “I think our business is concluded here.  Now run along, there’s a building full of sick people to tend to.  You’ve got a lot of bad karma to work off.”  He looks at you with **** in his eyes before turning around and storming off.  He briefly exchanges a look with the nurse as he walks past her before continuing on with his eyes to the floor.  The doctor rounds the corner and disappears, taking the bad taste in your mouth with him.  ‘Neil Caffrey, eat your fucking heart out,’ you think as your pulse returns to normal.  Now it’s just you and the nurse.