Chapter 17 — Out of Spite

Later that afternoon, a sleek black town car pulled up to the curb outside, and Caleb stepped out, in his tailored suit, and walked into the shop with heavy, furious strides.

“You turned down the twenty-million-dollar cash offer,” he said, his voice echoing in the high-ceilinged room.

He looked around the dusty shop with open disdain.

“Twenty million dollars, and you’d rather keep this decaying pile of bricks.

You’re doing it out of spite.