“One hundred fifty K might,” he said, unblinking. Does he need a hearing aid? His eyes were so dark blue they sparkled like rare sapphires. He thought it was a negotiation. He was wrong. “It’s not about the money, Vicious.” I felt my teeth grinding together. “Do you want it in another language? I can write it down for you or even communicate it in the form of a dance.”
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