“For how much?” Henry sucks back half a bottle of water, his throat bobbing with each swallow. A thin sheen of sweat coats his forehead. “Fifty G’s.” “As in fifty thousand dollars?” I shake my head. I don’t know why I’m still surprised by how these guys throw their money around. “Relax. It all goes to charity. Loser pays out of their personal account, in addition to whatever their company is already sponsoring.” I guess that’s at least noble. “And I take it you’re winning?” “Of course I’m winning.”
