Bailey rose, his face red. “Let me tell you something, Plank. I like you. You’ve been a superstar for me. I sold you to the rest of the brass when nobody else recognized you had what it takes. You sold me on this punk here, and he’s made us all look good. But I paid you six figures long before you deserved it because I knew someday it would pay off. And it did.
I should have saved my J. Jonah Jameson joke for this guy
