Price?”
“Two hundred fifty dollars.”
Fifty thousand dollars.
Just for Friday.
I nodded slowly.
“What exactly are they getting for two hundred fifty dollars?”
“Private preview. Catered dinner. Wine tasting. Entertainment.”
“On my property.”
She closed her eyes briefly.
When she opened them, something had changed.
The arrogance was still there.
But underneath it was fear.
Real fear.
“This event cannot fail.”
“Why?”
“Sponsors.”
“That’s not why.”
“It is.”
“No.”
She said nothing.
I stepped closer.
“You’re worried about something bigger than ticket refunds.”
Her face became blank.
That told me I was right.
“The HOA has obligations.”
“To whom?”
“Businesses.”
“Which businesses?”
“I’m not discussing internal contracts.”
“Then I’ll keep harvesting.”
I turned away.
“Jack.”
I stopped.
She spoke quietly.
“If you finish that field tonight, things may happen that neither of us can reverse.”
I looked over my shoulder.
“Is that a threat?”
“No.”
“It sounded like one.”
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