een slapped. Her eyes dart

ain, her voice cracking. "She's... she ju

nt, strangled. "Two win

ething!" Bre

rate, "Alright! Alright! I'll... I'll fund a *third*

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buzzed. A text mes

ould you... could you authorize a loan from your trust? Say, f

use *my* money to outbid

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third wing been confirmed, Mrs. Sullivan? Has t

oked at her phone. "Richard? Ri

king issues. International transfers, you know. Complex.

an eyebrow. "Or is it a '

gh I didn't feel much. "He's playing you, Mrs. Sulliv

torted with rage.

lunged at me. "You

him, claws out. "I'll te

nyone could react, fists

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rson just stoo

doors of the audi

wo large, thuggish-looking men in chea

or perhaps pretended not to

nted a finger vaguely in my direction, where I

nt!" Richard ordered his men.

d towards me, their

ut to grab my arms, another

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lled the entire auditorium. Flanked by her own security detail – discreet, professio