“I’m not sure if we can reach a deal or not, Mr. Brandt. The current owner of the resort has no interest in selling –”
Michael Brandt opened his briefcase and pushed aside a 9mm pistol, a vial of holy water, a wooden stake sharpened to a deadly point, and an antique knife with a silver-filigreed handle. He took out a legal pad, plucked a pen from the pocket of his jacket, and wrote a number on the pad. As he turned the pad around and pushed it toward the man seated on the other side of the table in the conference room, he said, “I’m sure you’ll pass along my offer to him anyway, as you’re duty-bound to do as his attorney.”
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