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Jeremy took a deep, steadying breath, the kind that braced a man about to dive into unknowable depths. The room was cast in the soft glow of twilight that filtered through the half-closed blinds. He pushed himself off the plush, leather couch, the material protesting with a familiar creak that spoke of many nights like this, brooding over the chessboard of his career.Lloyd, in his shadow, mirrored the motion, rising from an adjacent armchair. A silent sentinel, his presence was both a comfort and a reminder of the conversation at hand—a conversation that hung in the air like the faint smolder of the fireplace's last embers.The worn leather of the living room couch groaned as he pushed himself up, his fingers still cold from the glass that he now needed to refill. The whiskey had been a temporary reprieve, but the burn in his throat was a stark reminder that he couldn't drown his problems in the amber liquid. Jeremy's footsteps were deliberate as he crossed the room to the wet bar,
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"Talk to me," Jeremy's voice was as sharp as the tailored lines of his suit, his eyes scanning the books in the library just outside the of his palatial home office."I got some good news and some bad news for you," came the accountant's voice, steady as ever, a perfect foil to Jeremy's simmering intensity. "I just heard back from the Colorado Extreme owners and they have a pretty decent offer for you. The offer is that they'll give you 22% of the Extreme for $250 million. In addition, they want you to buy their top minor league affiliate, the Colorado Ice located in Loveland, CO for $40 million. Their finances are great, the owner just needs to focus on his cancer treatment. It's a great deal, I would recommend pulling the trigger on this deal."A serious look cemented itself on Jeremy's face. He was always in control, always the one making the moves, but this was high stakes even by his standards. "Alright, do the Extreme deal. What's the bad news?" he said, his voice betraying none
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