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“Take those two keys for the Porsche and drive me home.” He turned around, cast a furious stare at the car dealers before he walked away and hopped into the Lamborghini.

“As my boss pleases,” the security replied and bowed

The wife to the bulky Indian kept staring at them, her mouth still gaping in shock and bewilderment. “This is unbelievable,” the wife mumbled.

The bulky Indian smiled sheepishly as he stared keenly at Jamole being attended to by his band of security.

In few seconds they sped away in the Porsche and Lamborghini, leaving a smug of dust behind

“Laughing Cock!” the bulky Indian exclaimed, clicking his fingers , “What was that? He is a mogul? Am I dreaming? Can somebody just wake me up from slumber?”

His wife sighed and quarreled, “I can’t believe we just lost $ 4 million. Shit! You caused this!” she pointed at the husband, “For four months we haven’t made any sales. Our cars are losing value. What the goddamn problem is this!”

The bulky quarreled, “Oh spare me that! How
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