Zachary's voice was choking with tears. "Please, don't just see how much it actually is—the problem is that we're just amateurs and sold that bronze sculpture as a forgery. That's something we can't change…"

Jacob remained brazenly stubborn. "Don't give me that crap—that's not what I'm talking about. All I ask is for you to get that bronze sculpture back. I'll send you the 300 thousand later, and I don't care about anything else. Get it done, or I'm talking to Charlie. I'll even confess that I was up to no good, but I want it back! Hell, it's not like Charlie would do anything to me even if he finds out!"

Zachary really burst into tears right then, sobbing, "Please, you can't do this! Master Wade won't punish you, but he will punish me! I'm where I am today only because he put a good word in with Don Albert for me… if he knew what we were up to such treachery and flips, I'm screwed!"

"What treachery?!" Jacob demanded, furious. "How is this treachery?! You came up with the plan, didn