"Of course I do." The man, eager to prove himself, pulled out a stack of receipts.
Cecilia Adler held out her hand.
He stared at her fair, slender fingers and swallowed hard. 'This girl is so fair-skinned, so delicate.'
She was fairer and more delicate than any girl he had ever seen.
Utterly beautiful.
His mind went blank, and he handed all the receipts to her.
Cecilia Adler looked through them one by one.
From them, she learned the purchase price and quantity of his goods.
She mentally compared it to the retail price of cigarettes in stores and was stunned.
A single truckload of cigarettes had a profit margin of nearly eight hundred.
'The factory must be making half of that, right?'
'That's three to four hundred in profit per truckload.'
'How many trips a day?'
'I have to open a factory.'
'A big factory!'
"Finished looking?" the man asked.
"I am," Cecilia Adler said, handing the receipts back to him. "Do you have seven older sisters?"
