My Supernatural Gift
If you can come up with two million, I'll be your witness right now.
Stella adjusted her glasses.
Though her smile was gentle, her eyes were cold.
"Mr. Thompson, you are every bit as smart as they say. Pleasure doing business with you."
She turned and headed for the door.
At the doorway, she paused.
"Oh, and Mr. Thompson, since your hands are worth a lot of money, take good care of them.
"If they get broken, or if you go blind, they won't be worth much anymore."
When the steel door closed, Summer kicked over a trash can.
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