HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

me.”

“It never felt like mine.”

“So you stole.”

“I built Cross Continental.”

“With my capital.”

“I made it successful.”

“And that was not enough?”

He looked at the child.

The honesty was monstrous.

Also pathetic.

“I thought if I had a son,” he said, “I could leave him something no Mercer had given me.”

“You could have given him integrity.”

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