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... History? Don’t try to feed me the brochure again. I asked a simple question: how much for this exact car? Or is that too much for your ’curated’ brain to handle?"
The jab landed like a slap. The manager’s fingernails dug into his palm behind his back. This son of a bitch! Smug little bastard... He’s playing me like a fiddle. But I can’t lose him. I can’t!
So, with a strained grin, he leaned closer, lowering his voice again. "If... and I stress, if ... you’re serious about taking ...
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