Kara’s POV:
I stared at Harris’ outstretched hand for a long moment. I hadn’t expected to get his home for free, but even then, I knew he was only giving it to me because he expected something else in return. And I certainly didn’t believe my story had awakened philanthropist thoughts in his mind.
“What deal do you want?” I didn’t take his hand, instead, I looked up in his eyes and asked him,
Harris leaned back in the chair, his eyes never leaving mine. “I want to work with you,” he started, “What you have told me is already terrifying. I can tell that somehow, you know what’s going to happen in the future well enough that you are able to win a lottery with it. I would be dumb not to try and work with you. All I want is to help you, while you also help me.” He paused for a moment befo
