C31 CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

Did she really just play that card? He tapped his fingers on the desk. Jeremy didn’t need to pull up the spreadsheets to know the numbers. He could go to twenty-five percent and still be sitting pretty. Thirty, he typed. That’s my final offer. And I can’t believe you’re negotiating with me at one in the morning. Is it coffee?

She typed back a smiley face. Nothing else.

He waited