"Yes, Your Highness," he said with a mock bow. "Whatever you say, Your Highness."
He disappeared into the office with the manager and emerged fifteen minutes later with a receipt and an estimated delivery date. He'd call Dad that night and tell him when to expect it.
"Let's go, Brat. Spending money makes me hungry." Well, everything made him hungry. It was the nature of the healing factor.
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