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... an, this price is golden—guaranteed top fifty, maybe even top ten."
"Deal." Ethan gritted his teeth. "Two million it is. Just get me into the top fifty."
Markham choked. "T-two million? Uh—cough—yeah! On my honor as a Whitmore man, consider it done!"
His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull as he yanked back his outstretched fingers—originally meant to signal two hundred thousand—and thumped his chest like a drum.
Ethan blinked. Wait...
His thoughts spun. T ...
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