The agent grew frantic. "Mr. Locke, please! Name your price, just don't give it to anyone else. It hasn't been easy for our Raymond to get this far. Please don't ruin the kid's future."
Justin Locke really wanted to ask him, 'A twenty-seven-year-old kid?'
Of course, the kid had shaved four years off his age when he debuted. His official online profile now listed him as only twenty-three, but even at twenty-three, he was hardly a kid!
Justin Locke couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on him and stated his price directly. "Ten million."
"Mr. Locke, look... can't you go a little lower? Ten million is... a bit much."
"It's a video of him and Miles Ford. I suggest you ask your artist for his opinion."
