"One at a time. However many shares you're holding, I'll buy them all."
Cliff watched the Sutton relatives clutching their contracts, then raised the bank card in his hand with a casual wave.
The card was matte black and unremarkable. Sterling Banks had slipped it to him back at the Royal Grand Hotel. Cliff had never asked how much was on it, but knowing Sterling's style, it wouldn't be a small number.
At his words, Glasses stepped forward, half skeptical, half hopeful, and handed over his contract for shares worth about $180,000.
"Keep it up. Keep pretending." Wanda Sutton let out a cold snort, eyeing Cliff like he was a clown bouncing around on stage. "I'd love to see how you plan to clean up this mess once it blows up in your face."
"David, make that jinx stop this instant!" Trish
