“Oh . . . let’s see. At an average budget of fifty dollars per vote, I’ll get 2 percent of the total budget if AVRC delivered at least four and a half million votes.”
Hooker was hoping her curiosity would be satisfied, and her math skills were insufficient to calculate the answer she really wanted. Such was not the case. She stumbled off to the kitchen, knocked an empty wine bottle from the kitchen island, and found her purse.
Finding her tiny calculator in the bag was more of a challenge. After digging around for a few seconds, she became frustrated and dumped the contents on the coffee table. Among the items that tumbled to the table and Oriental rug were a cell phone, a compact, lipstick, and what looked like every receipt she had accumulated over the last three months. She snatched up her calculator, verified how many zeros were in a million, and, with more than a little difficulty, punched in some numbers with her long fingernails. Thus, she finally discovered the answer to her question.
“Larry, that’s $5 million! You made $5 million?”
“Sure did, baby,” Hooker answered, feeling proud of his accomplishment and stupid for telling her.
Amanda, in a combined state of drunkenness and shock, asked, “Who the hell can pay you that kind of money?”
Seeking the easiest way to end the conversation, he told the truth. “The taxpayers and a very rich guy, Amanda.
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