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om. The public humiliation had begun. I stood there, frozen, a

table. "He used to be 'The Palate.' Now he lo

for the crowd. He grinned, preening under the attention. A jour

startling speed, grabbing the journali

r voice dangerously low.

othed her dress, her composure instantly returning.

trol. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're about to begin the bidding on our top-shelf lots

uld, scraped together every last cent. It was just enough. I pul

as wrong. It wasn't five milli

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actions. A single, massive withdrawal from this mornin

icole's. She was smirking, a perfec

through the crowd. "Where is

ear. "Caleb needed a new car. I bought him a vintage Porsche. A 911 Tu

who was admiring his

You sent my Caleb away. I took your family's company. It seems like a perfectly balanced

but firm. "Mr. Hughes, I'm sorry. If you can't provide the pr

red. Humili