Five
I say goodbye and try to escape that uncomfortable situation.
“So what’s the issue with the Audi?” I insist.
“The price,” Miranda finally explains, showing the documents she’s been carrying for no reason, documents she could have shown from my office instead of bringing me all the way here.
“Alright… this one, for that model,” I point out, indicating among hundreds of numbers arranged in a strangely precise way.
“The $286,000 will be paid in cash. He’s very lucky,” Miranda whispers into my ear, pointing at her so-called cousin.