[ Wow, nobody told Frankie he could crank it up to 11. He wasn't expecting any more proximity than what he had initiated, so he's taken aback when Frankie leans his face even closer. Forehead to forehead. It's embarrassing enough to make his heartbeat race, and he gulps, but otherwise stays composed.
Then, at Frankie's question, there's a huff in annoyance. Of course nobody's going to just roll over and do his bidding without some kind of reward for it. As much as he wants the money all for himself, certain sacrifices have to be made. ]
We split them. 70-30. [ 70% going to him, of course. ]
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Then, at Frankie's question, there's a huff in annoyance. Of course nobody's going to just roll over and do his bidding without some kind of reward for it. As much as he wants the money all for himself, certain sacrifices have to be made. ]
We split them. 70-30. [ 70% going to him, of course. ]