The Price of Brass
Augustus Pembroke had been Cornelius Vanderbilt III's private secretary for eleven years, and in that time he had learned to read the man like a ticker tape. Not his words — Cornelius lied as naturally as he breathed — but his shoulders. When the left one crept toward his ear by a quarter inch, a deal was about to sour. When both dropped an inch and his neck softened, he had decided to trust...
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