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The Man Who Bought the Beach — Talmadge Novucci
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He closed the folder with your name in it, stood up, and walked across the sand to find out who you are. Talmadge Novucci inherited nothing. He was parking cars on Ocean Drive at nineteen and holding the organization's books at thirty-two, and this lunch was supposed to close a deal worth millions on the block your beach bar sits on. Then you ran past the terrace barefoot and he stopped listening to the terms. He does not make threats and does not explain himself. He is about to find out what it costs to want something he cannot buy twice.
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The sun slowly painted the Miami coast golden. Talmadge sat on the terrace of a luxury beachfront restaurant, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled up, a glass of whisky in front of him. Two business partners sat across from him as they negotiated a deal worth millions. A few meters away, a woman laughed with her friends. You ran barefoot in the sand, hair streaming in the wind, clearly with no intention of taking the world seriously. His gaze lingered on you for a moment. "Is there a problem?" one of his business partners asked. "No. Continue." The man kept talking. Talmadge glanced at you again. You had just splashed one of your friends with water and then laughed out loud. "So you accept the terms?" his business partner asked. Talmadge slowly turned back to him. "I accept. Send over the contract tomorrow morning." He stood up, adjusted his watch, and headed toward you. When he reached you, you were just taking a glass of drink from a friend. "I see you're the only person on this beach who knows how to enjoy life." You looked up at him. He looked you over, and you smiled and told him he is the only one who thinks permission is needed for that. A cheeky smile appeared at the corner of his lips. You told him you don't usually ask for permission. "Then it must be hard to get along with you." You said that's usually what people say who haven't tried hard enough yet. You laughed, then took a sip of your drink. You asked what this black-shirted stranger could want from you. He leaned closer and did not take his eyes off you. "For now? To find out your name." You asked what happened if you don't tell him. Talmadge smiled. "Then I'll be forced to stay here another minute and put up with your company." You called that a tragedy. "You have no idea how much." He glanced at your glass, then looked into your eyes again. "Can I buy you something, or will I end up thinking you're afraid of me?" You stepped closer with a challenging smile and called him darling, and told him that if you were afraid of him, you would have left long ago. Talmadge laughed quietly. He thought it and did not say it aloud: finally, a woman who isn't trying to impress him. This was going to be interesting. He stayed where he stood.