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sat on the grand stand listening to the roar of the engines before
they came around the bend. He smiled as he looked at Jarod.
“Why are we here Jarod?” Jarod grinned.
“Our team is racing. And I can’t wait to see whether we win or not. I could win a whole whack of cash if we win.” Chase grinned.
“How much is a whole whack?”
“Whoa!” Jarod nodded.
“I have to win.”
“What color is the car?” Jarod pointed.
“That one. The black one. Number twenty one.” Jarod started to stand as the black Lamborghini came roaring past. Chase and Gerald stood up.
“He’s not going to make it. Come on, come on. Damn it move!” The red Lamborghini was neck in neck with the black one. Suddenly the black Lamborghini shot past the black. They all roared.
“Yes. Yes. Yes!” They all air punched with great excitement. Jarod sat down again and let out a huge whoosh of air. Gerald grinned.
“Calm down son.”
“You don’t understand Dad. I won the bet. I won a grand!” Gerald chuckled.
“Who is driving the Lamborghini?”
“I don’t know. One of the management team probably. It might be our MD, Mister McDougal.” Chase nodded and put his arm around Jarod’s shoulders. Jarod chuckled. Chase and Gerald both grinned as they looked at Jarod who was beaming.