screen door watching.
“No,” Ellis said.
Reginald’s smile faded just a little.
“No, this land came from my father, his father before him.
I’m not selling my son’s inheritance.
Reginald stared at him.
For a moment, nobody spoke.
Then Reginald closed the folder gently.
“Mr. Grayson,” he said, his voice calm.
“Men should know when opportunity is knocking.
” Ellis stepped closer.
“And men should know when something is not for sale.
” The two men stood there eye to eye.
Finally, Reginald smiled again, but this time it looked colder.
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