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me, would it have been better if I had waited? Would you be any less suspicious of my motives if it were two years from now and Frazier had accumulated an even bigger asset base? Think about it. Just when would be a good time for me to show up? Tomorrow? Next year? Or was yesterday the only window in time?" |
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Theodore walked back down in the pit and stood in front of the man who looked so much like him, yet he hardly knew. In reality Charlie was little more than a vague memory. "All right, Charlie," he heard himself saying, "if it's not part of Frazier Securities, what the hell is it you want?" |
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"Do I have to want something?" Don't stray, he reminded himself, do it just like you rehearsed it. Be patient; don't deviate from the plan. He smiled at his brother, contrived but effective. |
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Theodore, still skeptical, continued to glower at him. |
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"This is the hard part," Charlie said. "This is the part we have to get pastthe distrust, the suspicion!" |
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"And just how do you propose we do that?" |
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"I've given that a lot of thought, and maybe a good place to start is out where this all started to go wrong in the first place. I guess I'm saying I want to go see where my father is buried." |
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