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Revis boasted.
“Well, I’m afraid I will not be as cheap as you, sir. What you say, Sylvia, an offering of say____five million a year to start?”
“Mr. Elon! Are you serious?” Crystal exclaimed, thinking she had heard wrong.
“I don’t know, Blake; it’s a little too much, don’t you think?”
“Nonsense, why belittle yourself when you have the sugar to give? I’ll leave the perks to be arranged by you,” Blake said callously.
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