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A Neighborhood PartyIf she had only listened to reason then none of this would have happened. He also recalled his parting words to her. "Alright, I'll take care of it myself. I don't need your help." This statement was forcing him into the position where he had to succeed at almost any cost. "Another Scotch for your thoughts," Marsha broke the silence, the still confident smile playing across her lips. Bob tilted his glass up, finishing it and waved to the waiter to bring two more. The first one helped to loosen his nerves up a bit, perhaps another would give him a better idea how to proceed with this little game. "No real thoughts," Bob answered her question after a momentary pause. "I'm just wondering what makes me so attractive to a woman like you who could just drop her handkerchief and get any man she wants. I'm sure you don't have to pay for it." "You tend to underrate yourself, Mr. Benson," she smiled coyly. "You're a very handsome and desirable man." "Well," Bob smiled back, the tension eased slightly by the Scotch. "I must be pretty desirable to have a two-hundred-thousand dollar account thrown at me like this." "I'm not having Harry give you the money, my dear, you're just going to invest it for him ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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