My Brother Kept Bragging About a Deal He’d Already Lost

Marcus simply didn’t know it yet.

Because his company had never won.

Not even for a moment.

My father raised his wine glass.

“To Marcus.”

Everyone followed.

Including me.

“To Marcus.”

He studied my face after I spoke.

Searching for sarcasm.

Finding none seemed to bother him even more.

“You know…”

He set his glass down.

“I could probably help you.”

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