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THE REAL POWER HOLDER
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Mr Benney the general manager walked straight to where Marvin was standing and shaked him.

He was shocked at Marvin's appearance, but at the moment, what clouded his mind was the deal he wanted to get over the line with the person that intended to purchase the massive shares that Marvin owned.

"Hello Mr Marvin, you are here, we have been waiting for you." There was some level of concern in Mr Benney's voice.

"Like I told you earlier on Mr Benney, one of your bankers here disregarded me, just because I had appeared in this manner." Marvin's tone was sharp, as there was a level of anger in his voice.

"Which of the bankers here disregarded you Mr Marvin?"

"This woman right here." Marvin pointed at the banker who had been awestruck ever since the Mr Benney spoke to Marvin with respect.

"This one?"

"Yes Mr Benney."

"SLAP!"

Mr Benney's backhand landed on the disdainful banker's cheek, causing it to redden at once.

"Are you crazy?" He snapped.

"Like seriously, you had the guts to mock Mr
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