Brian's eyes widened and he took a step back as Carl confidently strode to where he was, and without giving Brian time to recover from the shock, he landed a slap on his tight cheek, causing him to swerve violently to the left, and fall to the floor. He pulled the brief case that had been resting on the small set up wooden boxes, and it opened on the floor.
Money that I knew to be fake fell everywhere around Brian, and he looked up, his eyes flashing.
"How..."
"How am I here?" Carl asked, then broke into a smile. "Who do you think I am, little brother? Why do you think you have to do such sneaky things to try to het back at me? Why do you think you have absolutely no confidence to face me?"
I swallowed as Carl leaned to Brian's height and let his finger trace the cheek he had slapped
