“Three years, three fucking years and not a fucking word, nothing. And now, you come here, to my home, and expect me to give you money. Well, I won’t do it Conrad, I just won’t!”
“You completely miss-understand where I’m coming from Mortimer. I’m not giving you a choice in matter, this is not a negotiation. It’s simple, either you pay the money, or we have problems, and by that, I mean you.”
“Threats will do little against me, how dare you think so…..”
“Fuck you, the money, before this becomes more than just a conversation,” he says, with a wry smile.
Leaping to his feet and thrusting a pointed finger towards the door, he yells, “Get out and never set foot before me again!..
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