He Threw Me a Centurion Card While I Held My Father's Ashes
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The day Marcus Cole realized I hadn't filed an expense report with the family office for a whole week, he assumed I’d finally grown out of my ‘small-minded’ habits. With a dismissive, almost charitable air, he tossed an American Express Centurion Card onto the mahogany dining table.
“I’ve covered your father’s final dialysis bill,” he said, his voice flat. “Just try not to bore me with these pathetic peasant dramas anymore.”
He paused, sipping his twenty-year-old single malt. “I know that bottomless pit of yours is hard to fill, but as a Cole, you need to learn to manage your appetite.
