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When Everett Luminar emerged from the kindergarten, Don Gambino was having a "pleasant" one-sided conversation with Charles Anderson in a corner. The pleasure was clearly all on Don Gambino's side, as evidenced by his beaming smile, while Charles was grimacing and wiping away the sweat beading on his forehead. After about ten minutes, their conversation ended, and Charles, looking like he was fleeing the scene, hurriedly drove away in his Mercedes G-Class. "What were you talking about?" Everett inquired. Don Gambino chuckled, "Nothing much, just about that three thousand. My money is for me to spend as I wish, but being extorted like that is something I can't accept." Everett gave Don Gambino a half-smile, prompting another chuckle from him. "He's short on cash, so that three thousan