That’ll Be The Day

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“Eighty percent, Andy. I’m not going any lower than that. She walked out on me.” Connor adjusted his tweed flat cap as he stared out over the expanse of ocean, the rumble of the ferry’s engine vibrating beneath his feet. He’d been living a nightmare since the day his wife surprised him with divorce papers, and if this kept up, there’d be no end in sight. “Fine. Just send the documents to my secretary and I’ll sign them when I get back. But get a date with…