Chapter 1019 Million-dollar Grass, Lovesick Docs, And A Van That Won't Leave

• “Buddy, you’re way too easy.” Claire grinned. “But I’ve got a conscience—if you put in the work, you get paid.”
• She tapped a file on the table. “I can’t promise the moon, but I’m giving you five percent of the purple-grass venture.”
• Leif blinked. He’d only planted a crop; nothing fancy. A free five-percent slice? That was like the sky dropping a pizza. Might as well grab the biggest plate he could find.