Oliver Hayes wanted to help, and I could appreciate that because rebuilding a damaged business was never going to be cheap.
Still, when he explained the amount he was prepared to donate, I immediately knew I couldn’t accept it.
“That is far too much.” I said.
Oliver sat across from me in the small office at Lawson Customs, and Jace stood beside the door with his arms folded.
“It would cover a significant portion of the rebuilding costs.” Oliver replied.
“I understand that.” I said.
“Then what is the problem?” He asked as I looked at Jace before answering.
“We don't need charity.” I said and Oliver studied me for a moment.
“I didn't offer it because I think you can’t recover.” He said.
“Then why?” I asked.
“Because I knew Will, and because I know what he built.” He said.
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