I asked Coach as I kicked into the punching mitts strapped to Jack’s hands. A roundhouse left him stumbling backward a little, and I eyed him funny. I hadn’t kicked that hard. “Frankly, I don’t know why they would.” I straightened. “Why wouldn’t they? My money not good enough?” Coach cocked his head. “Money isn’t the issue. The president’s staff and the Secret Service are currently analyzing every angle and possible threat that could arise from selling that island. And they’re balancing that against every possible threat that could arise from not selling that island.” “What about Ms. Meyers? Surely she impressed upon them what’s at stake.” “Oh yes, I’m sure she did. I doubt she’ll soon forget your little demonstration. I’m going to take a wild guess that Evelyn Meyers didn’t sleep much last night after that performance.” I chuckled. Jack removed a mitt and tucked it in his armpit. He wiped his forehead against the sleeve of his T-shirt. I was the one working out, and he was sweating?
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