"I do not know Jason ... after your last investment I do not know what to do with you ..."
" I am aware of ... "Jason said, lighting a cigarette, pacing nervously in the living room" I need help, if not my factory will fail within a week "
" Ok, but ... we are talking about important figures: I mean ... two million dollars are not a small thing .. "Michael replied thoughtfully.
"So?"
"I need to sleep on it ..." he said, his dark green leather chair, taking a puff from his Cuban cigar and staring at the carpet on the floor of the living room. The only light came from half-closed shutters and white cat curled up asleep on the desk near the window at the center of it, documents and a checkbook with a pen next to black with chrome fittings, were illuminated by a lamp by the golden arm The emerald green shade and switch chain. Jason
stubbed out his cigarette on the ashtray that was on the silver glass table and wrought iron that was in the middle of the room, after which, Michael said goodbye, took her coat and hat, and went out. Michael was left alone, lost in thought.
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