Chapter 1800
That was the game everyone played in the pawn business. But now Presley was the one who got burned.
Millerd thought of an even worse possibility. "If you report it now, getting those antiques back will be difficult. With the current clearance rate? Forget it. And if your clients find out, they'll come asking for compensation. You might end up having to pay them back."
His voice got quieter the more he spoke, almost disappearing by the end.
Telling someone who just lost everything that they have no choice but to accept it? Too cruel. It was like rubbing salt in an open wound.
The other shop owners watched Presley with mixed emotions.
Even these usually ruthless pawn shop bosses felt a flicker of pity.
Some of them were already planning to use this as a cautionary tale, to warn their employees and kids back home.
Millerd wanted to say a few more comforting words, but then his eyes fell on his vintage fountain pen. His face changed.
That piece couldn't be exposed either. If the po

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