“What?”
“I am here to offer you a loan. It is an awesome package, trust me. We see what you are doing and would like to be a part of it.”Dean knew he may have to take out some loans in future.Few people ran their business with personal funds the way he was doing. Especially those who wanted to be successful like he envisioned for himself.But he would be damned if he ever accepted a loan from this shark sitting before him.He decided to entertain himself a little bit, so he asked the general manager about the terms of the loan.He listened to the man explain how much loan he was eligible to receive, and that the loan would come at a 40% interest rate.He went on to boast about all the businesses his bank’s loan funded.“Thank you for your offer.” Dean said when the man was done talking. “But I am afraid I would have to decline.”“You mean to think about it, d
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The rule of three For last night
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The rule of three Winning tip
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The rule of three The ultimate goal
All the men around stared open-mouthed, stunned. “Christian never wins.” Patel said in shock. “Well he did today.” Another man said, coming to stand beside them. “I wonder what our man here told him.” He added beaming. “Dean Connor.” Dean said, stretching his hand out for a handshake. “Levant Goldberg.” The man said cheerfully, taking his hand. “Connor eh?" The game loser said walking up to join them. “You don't know what you just cost me.” He said, but he was smiling.“No one told you to place a difficult bet.” Christian Baker, the man of the moment and winner said, finally joining the group that were now gathered around Dean like a celebrity. “How would I have known you would win? You never win.” The game loser, who Dean , still did not know his name, said.“Such nice words to say to a friend, Mathew.” Christian Baker replied in a mock hurt voice.“I love you man, but it's the truth. Now I have to sit and suffer through your niece playing the violin.” There was brief silence,
The rule of three Playing with fire
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The rule of three READY!
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The rule of three A spell
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The rule of three Tension
Dean walked downstairs into the very huge, wood-themed study at Christian Baker’s mansion. He wondered if he would have the time to get a study and house like this before his time was up.The few areas of the house he had seen so far were magnificent. He took his seat as Christian Baker moved around to stand behind his huge desk. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey from one of the desk drawers.“You know, you cannot afford to be as slow as this with something so important.” Christian Baker said as he filled up some glasses. “I am telling you this for future purposes.”“I'm not sure I understand.” Dean said, accepting a glass of whiskey from him. “If you do not state your case on time. Someone else will, and not in a way that will benefit you.” Christian Baker said. Dean still did not understand but he remained silent and watched the man take a swing from his drink.“Your work with Ally is impressive. Especially from a self made man.”Dean's jaw dropped. Him too? How did they know s