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"I'o?"

"Not a chance"

"Perhaps you ht curb your obstinacy if I were to tell you I'm here on behalf of the President"

Pitt's expression had turned to stone "Big goddaoes to work for the White House thinks he can intimidate the world? Go back and tell the President you failed, Mr

Moon Youfroree of class"

Moon's face turned pale This wasn't going the way he'd planned, not at all

"II can't do that," he stammered

"Tough"

The auctioneer raised his gavel "Going oncetwice for three hundred and sixty thousand" He paused, scanning the audience "If there is no further advancesold to Mr Robert Esbenson of Denver, Colorado"

Moon had been cut down, coldly, unmercifully He took the only avenue left open to him "Okay, Mr

Pitt, your rules"

The Mercedes was driven off and a four-door, two-tone straw-and-beige convertible took its place

The auctioneer fairly glowed as he described its features

"And now, ladies and gentleram A 1950 British-built Jensen A very rare car The only model of this particular coach work known to exist A real beauty May we open the bidding at fifty thousand?"

The first bid came in at twenty-five thousand Pitt sat in silence as the price climbed Moon studied him