The Forgotten Son
If Tanner didn’t cough up the money soon, the underground casino kingpin would not let him walk.
The neighborhood women were full of praise.
“Tanner is something else. He’s already starting a business. He must be making some serious money.”
Tanner replied eagerly, “Yes, of course. With an investment of 200k, I can easily turn the money into a million bucks.”
Proud, Jean held her head high.
“Tanner is successful. Why don’t you each chip in 100 grand, and once the payments roll in, he’ll give you a nice cut.”