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... were laughing like they’d just robbed a casino and the house was still counting chips.
Gerald Ashworth—silver-haired, mid-sixties, founder of Ashworth-Mead Pictures—sat behind his corner-office desk with a scotch in one hand and a signed contract in the other, shaking his head like a man who’d just found a winning lottery ticket in the pocket of a coat he hadn’t worn since the Clinton administration.
Beside him, Dominic—Gerald’s son-in-law, VP of Development—was ...
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