longer frightening me by staring down at me. He l

ons or the rest of his face (and hair and tats and body). I

" I ex

en pesos," Blade replied, his white flash of a smile surrounded by his dark goat

od," I e

for my checkbook. "Do you think you ca

od," I s

I took a step back, clamping my mouth shut and shak

over twenty-two mill

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illion pesos?" I said i

Blade c

accounting mistake?

n he shook his head and crossed his large,

s is foreign currency. Won,

Blade sa

money," I told him, which

," he replied, "but I'

dn't bother him. The bad news was, my sist

to raise that kind of money," I s