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I felt sick. The Boss must have seen my photo in the paper too. Our attempt to get the sheik to believe us had backfired big time. I didn't want to think about Ash's reaction if the Boss approached him and told him about Dad and our debts. I might as well die of humiliation now.
I unlocked the door before Dad could stop me. The familiar bald head and big features of Goliath barged in, followed closely by a man I assumed was the Boss himself. He was just as thickly muscled as Goliath, only shorter and stockier with a crescent shaped scar carved into his cheek. He grinned, revealing a gold tooth. The thug shut the door with his boot.
"Hand over what you owe me," the Boss said, palm out. "With twenty percent interest."
"What?" Dad exploded. "That's not fair. We didn't agree on twenty pe
