Frank asked coolly, “What, do you want a fight?” Greg gulped.

He was perfectly self–aware. After that encounter at the restaurant, he knew that he was no match for Frank.

Still, he snorted.

“I won’t stoop to your level,” he said before turning and yelling, “Security!

Security!!!”

pointed at Frank right then. “He was starting a fight. Aren’t

shot him a cool glare in turn. “Who do you think you are, ordering me around?” “Shut up!” Brendan bellowed, surprised

his baton and swung

Frank had raised his palm, slapping

in turn–it was what he wanted. Frank had now caused a scene at the bank,

a haughty glare in turn. “Weren’t you being all pompous just a moment ago, brat?!” Helen promptly stepped in front of Frank and explained,

142 2/12 He almost choked right then–he just got a fat deposit from the man!

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