Man at War – Excerpt No. 107

Money was not an issue at the moment. Marc had invested for centuries in the selling and manufacturing of arms and munitions. The Great war was expanding their wealth faster than they could realistically absorb. I have no idea how he keeps track of all those dummy corporations he uses to hide our interests.

The idea had merit. From here they could ensure some were saved, and ready to be put to use when they returned home. I’ll send word of our plan back home to secure a few properties.

“We’re lucky you’re on our side,” Evelyn said.

Grace was about to say something, but Evelyn’s mind dwelled on an unfinished thought.

“What happened to her… buyer?”

a cinematic photograph of a man with a stern expression, fair skin, and a well-groomed beard, swimming in a large vault filled with cash, reminiscent of Scooge McDuck, set in 1915 Canada at night, with the man wearing a traditional three-piece suit, complete with a waistcoat, pocket watch, and a top hat, under the soft glow of vintage lanterns, with a mix of Canadian dollar bills and coins scattered around him, and a subtle steam effect rising from the vault, captured in a warm, golden color tone, with deep shadows and soft lighting, emphasizing the textures of the cash, the suit, and the vault's metallic walls.

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