When Dolores came back this time, she wasn't holding two hundred thousand—she had a full million in cash.
She opened the bag, and the bills were packed so tightly they were practically bursting out. Smirking, she said, "He's fully bought in."
But I wasn't satisfied. Cyrus had wanted me out of the picture for his own gain, and a mere million felt like letting him off too easy.
I gave Dolores her next instructions.
"Now, tell him you can't take his investment."
"Why?"
Dolores looked puzzled, and I imagined Cyrus, listening, would be just as confused. I continued.
"Tell him that your minimum investments start at ten million, and this little sum of his is causing tension with your partners. Unless... he can bring in twenty-five million."
"No matter how he pleads or tries to neg
