![]() ![]() That little black book contains the names of the paintings, the people he’s scammed, and the years it happened. I only found out about this practice when he started to keep a record due to his faulty memory a few years ago. When he was younger, he used to do this proficiently and even kept us, his closest circle, out of it so he could reap all the profits. It’s a fine line so he can’t scam the same person twice or the same group of people within a close timeframe. Even when the paintings are found out to be fake, they blame their own people, not Abe. They’re used to the best quality from him, so they never suspect it. Once every few years, he’ll sell them a forgery among many genuine paintings. “Your father has a system of scamming his most important clients. ![]() ![]() He reaches into his jacket and I think he’ll retrieve a gun and shoot me for thinking I could threaten him, but he produces a small black leather notebook and slips it into my bag. I knew I saw something in you even when you were nine.” Kai remains inert, unmoving, as if I hadn’t said anything. I’m breathing harshly, my limbs shaking due to the force of my words. ![]()
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