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The property has enough space for a 175,000-seat arena, which would make it the largest sports stadium in the world. The second largest being the Rungnado May Day Stadium in North Korea at 150,000 seats.”
    Ben removed the top rendering to reveal an aerial view showcasing the oval footprint and fully retractable roof. “Every element of this state-of-the-art, multipurpose sports and entertainment complex is of the highest quality. Per your instructions, our architects have come back with a design that, as you can see, is not only innovative by today’s and even tomorrow’s standards, but will stand the test of time and befits the importance of the location. Great cities have great buildings in great locations. And Los Angeles is a great city.”
    Camille listened but didn’t react. At first glance, she looked unimpressed, but upon closer inspection one could see her fully dilated onyx pupils.
    Scott Harrison took his cue in the well-choreographed presentation. He stood and continued seamlessly. “The property is owned by the Vandercliffs. An old-money family in Bel Air, the only remaining member of which is a Gloria Vandercliff. Miss Vandercliff is in her seventies and never married. She is the sole heir to a real estate fortune estimated to be well in excess of 2 billion. She isn’t interested in getting rich off the city. She’s an enormous Dober fan and sees this as an opportunity to give something back to the game she’s enjoyed her entire life.”
    â€œFor God’s sake, enough about her,” Camille snapped. “I don’t have all day. How much does she want for the property?”
    â€œFor the entire 110 acres,” Scott stammered, “Miss Vandercliff, through her attorneys, of course, is asking $120 million. The property is worth at least twice that in today’s market and preliminary environmental impact studies show environmental remediation needed on the land is minimal.”
    Camille exchanged a knowing glance with Tony Christopoulos. They each had calculated the true value of the property before Scott gave his estimate. Tony gave Camille a slight nod of approval.
    â€œThis design incorporates feedback from regulatory agencies and citizens,” Ben said referring back to the renderings. “It includes changes you requested and also recommendations from the governor.”
    â€œI don’t care what that asshole thinks,” Camille fumed. “He’s only got one year left in office.”
    â€œThis is an incredible opportunity for the region,” Scott interjected. “Building a state-of-the-art, environmentally friendly event pavilion, housing with multiple public transportation options, represents smart development and an incredible economic engine. This will ensure the Dobers will remain the Los Angeles baseball team for the next fifty years.
    â€œGoing into this project, we wanted to build a world-class event center incorporating the best in design and technology,” Scott said. “Now, because of the constructive feedback we’ve received, Dober Stadium will be a world-class waterfront park and public gathering place serving as a model of sustainable urban development.
    â€œThis design lives up to the importance of this incredible waterfront location and fuses together the vision of the Los Angeles Dobermans with the landscape of the beach and the input we’ve heard over the past several months from stakeholders, community leaders and—”
    Camille slapped her hand on the desk. The smack reverberated off the paneled walls and caused everyone in the room to jump. “Enough of the dog-and-pony show, boys. Let’s get to the bottom line. She wants $120 million for the land. How much will that cost?” she said, pointing to the rendering.
    Scott yielded the floor to Ben and returned quietly to his seat.
    â€œApproximately $1.6 billion. This latest design increases the overall footprint of the