Howard sighed when Darya made no move to drink. ‘Fine. If you don’t like vermouth, how about Campari?’
He located a bottle of the liqueur and poured a glass for Darya. ‘Now, about the deal. I can’t go back to the board with an offer of fifty per cent below market rate. They are going to laugh me out of the room. How about twenty?’
Before Darya could answer, he continued, ‘I know Kemp’s at a disadvantage here. I admit, we do have some issues right now, but they are just temporary. We need your cash, but you need our technology. There’s no reason why we can’t work out a deal that’s mutually beneficial.’
He leaned over the table.
Darya moved back.
Howard didn’t seem to mind.
His bulky build blocked Darya’s view of the table. ‘What do you say?’
Darya played with her phon
