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Het Grayson thought it over. Sixty million was enough—combined with what they already had, it was plenty to start a small company.

He stood up, money in hand, ready to leave. But he paused at the door and turned back to look at Hiten.

"Hiten, I have one more favor to ask."

Hiten was already worried that Xavier Grayson might blame him for this