"Coffee, Mister G?"
Garrickson shook his head. "Do you know where my success came from, Marcy? Some people inherit their fortunes. Some earn them. Some steal them. Some people are just lucky."
Marcy stood stiffly, waiting for instructions. "Should I cancel the three o'clock, boss?"
"Me?" Garrickson reached into his desk and pulled out an electronic device. "I cheated." He punched the buttons on the handheld console in a rhythmic order. With a crystalline chime, a pile of paper-wrapped bills appeared on his desk.
"Coffee, Mister G?" She was looping.
Garrickson sighed. "All I really want is another player."
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