He giggled, leave some question as to whether his math had been entirely honest, but nodded, picking out two of the rings, and pushing the rest back across the counter. "Five hundred it is then," he said, bowing his head and opening up the cash register. He nudged a clipboard towards her as well, "Fill in your info. You mess it up and I won't be held at fault, all right? 8% on 500 is $62.50. And that's added up for every day that passes after your contract ends."