Chapter 37
"Tell me a good reason why I would waste my damn whole day for her?" Luther asked Lucas in front of him, without a smile on his lips. "Well, you'll need a cellist," Lucas shrugged. "That's something I can get." "But not as gifted as she is." "Where's your proof? Has she ever performed in a theater?" the young man inquired, leaning back in his chair. "Nope." "An amateur?" "Yes" "Then why would you think I'd give my damn time to such a fvcking musician?" His voice abruptly rose in pitch. "You want me to fvcking hire an amateur for the party? Are you fvcking kidding me? Do you want that old man to laugh at and mock me?" "Will you then pay three million dollars for just one performance?" Lucas responded. "No, but I'm not going to get an amateur either." Lucas nodded to his friend an
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