Chapter 27: Schmoozing

The Store Manager froze, completely thrown. Hadn't he just won one yesterday? Why did he want another today? Cars weren't cabbages. It wasn't like you could polish off one a day. Besides, not even a full day had passed. That Porsche 911 probably hadn't even made it through its break-in period. "Mr. Lyson… you really want another one?" the Store Manager asked, still struggling to believe it. "Yeah. Red again," Reginald Lyson said. "Same style as yesterday. Make it a prize and hand it to me." "B-But...