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I glanced through the papers Greg handed me, noting two things: the numbered company and the offer. Surprisingly, it was near market value, but considering how long I had held onto it, and my new plans, I wasn’t interested.

I shook my head. “No.”

“You want to counter?”

“No, I’ve decided not to sell, no matter the offer.”

He paused, tapping his pen on the desk, his words measured. “To this company or in general?”

“It’s not for sale to anyone.”

Greg stared at me, the office filled with stony silence. “What are you playing at, Bentley?” he finally asked.

“Playing at? Nothing. I’ve decided not to sell the land. I’m going to develop it with a new plan in mind.”

“And what plan is that?” He threw his pen on top of the papers.

“A new concept.”

His fingers drummed on the desk. “That’s not what you said when you left here last week. You were done with this project. You were damned vocal about it. I could hear you cursing in the elevator.”

I shrugged. “Things changed. I calmed down. We regrouped