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two billion dollars. Is that a number your stilted military mind can even begin to grasp?" |
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"I've put my military career behind me," his brother said evenly. |
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Theodore began pacing back and forth in front of the bank of windows overlooking the harbor. His hands were locked behind his back, his head tilted slightly forward. "I suspected as much. So now, after all these years of me pouring blood and sweat into this thing, you show up. You show up, and it just happens to be two weeks after that article appeared in Newsweek. An article, I just may confirm, that quite accurately proclaims Frazier Securities to be one of the fastest growing firms of its type in the country. How very interesting. Quite a coincidence, Charlie, quite a coincidence. Think about it. No one hears from you for over ten years, the article appears, and suddenly you're here. My question still is why? Why the hell are you here?" He had stopped pacing; he was standing still, hands locked behind his back, glaring down at the man who claimed the only reason he was there was to right the wrongs of the past. "The fact of the matter is, Charlie, I don't believe you. I think you're here because you want your cut of something you turned your back on years ago." |
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"Look, Ted, I know how it looks. But tell |
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