Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table
Mr.
Gable had sent an email an hour earlier about the final clearing process for the land sale.
I typed in my six-digit security code.
The screen loaded a white page with bold black text.
The wire transfer from the land developer was complete.
The main account balance read exactly thirty-nine million dollars.
The funds were fully settled.
The numbers stared back at me in plain black type.
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