Here I had trimmed that enormous plant down to
fighting weight. There wasn't a useless inch or ounce about
the whole enormous billionaire bulk of it. And then to have
Haynes come along, with his burdensome notions, and his
socialistic slop. They'd cripple any business, no matter
how great a start it had. I told him all that. We didn't
waste much time on argument, though. We knew we'd never get
together. In half an hour we were talking terms. You know
my contract and the amount of stock I hold. Well, we
threshed that out, and Haynes is settling for two million
and a half."
He came to a stop before Fanny's chair.
"Two million and a half what?" asked Fanny, feebly.
"Dollars." He smiled rather grimly. "In a check."
"One--check?"
"One check."
Fanny digested that in her orderly mind. "I thought I was
used to thinking in millions. But this--I'd like to touch
the check, just once."
"You shall." He drew up a chair near her. "Now get this,
Fanny. There's nothing that you and I can't do with two
millions and a half.
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