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I narrow my eyes. Who is this man who knows me? Is his the voice I recognized?
“Now that I have catered to your whims, gentleman, can we get down to business?” Her voice has a hard edge to it.
For a moment, I think the man who recognizes me is going to say something else, but he turns his attention back to her, looking a touch paler. The others dart occasional glances my way, looking away before turning back to Ginger.
I have to hold back from smirking when I realize what the fucking cunt has done. Whether they know who I am or not, she’s done well, effectively showing her dominance over a man who looks like me. Calling their bluff and telling them to walk out.
I’m not positive who these men are, but I can only imagine they are clients of some kind. My mind races to recall who the one German is, where we may have met, but I come up blank. I keep my head down, my eyes downcast, and I don’t move. This is a time for listening and for silence.
Chapter 11
Ginger
I haveto keep my jaw from clenching as I wait for their reply, noting Mr. Huntske's reaction to Sin. If not for needing these contracts, I’d probably be calling Kris in to tie the old German fuck down and torture information from him on Sin and his history. As it stands, I need to focus on what’s happening.
If they try to walk out on this deal….
Mr. Huntske meets my eyes but has trouble keeping my gaze. I watch his pudgy face, the weak chin just another indicator of his overall deficiencies. These rich men think they are so fucking powerful yet can hardly meet a woman’s eye. I give him a questioning look, and he clears his throat, turning to his translator.
I suppose I could tell him I do know German, but where is the fun in that?
People have been underestimating me since the start. You’d think with the stories about me that they’d learn, but alas, no one believes someone who looks like me could actually be smart, much less ruthless.
I see the translator and the other squirrely man he’s with darting glances at Sin who has been suspiciously quiet this whole time. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I take in his posture, so different from what I’ve become used to from him. Rather than the tension and confidence that’s usually exuding off the beast, he looks more like a whipped puppy right now with his shoulders turned in and his head bowed.
I bring my attention back to the men in front of me.
“Mr. Huntske has a list of names he requests be reviewed.” The skinny man hands over a thin Manila folder which I take without looking at it, placing it on the desk in front of me.
“Reviewed for…?”
The translator repeats my question, then the German frowns.
“What does she mean? What kind of place is this that doesn’t even look over the targets before agreeing to a contract!?”
The corner of my mouth turns up, and I look at Huntske.
“The kind of place that knows it can handle any target, for the right price, of course,” I say to him in perfect German. The man's eyes widen, and I stand.
“Mr. Huntske, you came to me because I am the best, yet you’ve insulted me, more than once, during this conversation.” This time, I speak in English, looking at the translator pointedly so he knows to translate for me. The man flushes then begins repeating my words. I don’t wait for him to finish before I continue.
“We are already aware of your requested targets and will take the job, however, the price will now be double.”
Huntske rises before the translator repeats this, and I smile as I was already aware the man understood English. Idiots.
“That is outrageous! I won’t pay it.”
I shrug and gesture a hand toward the door. “Then I think this conversation is over.”
The fat man's face turns slightly purple, his eyes bulging and teeth clenched. To his credit, he does meet my eyes this time, though it’s clear that its anger giving him the strength to do so. When he doesn’t move from his spot, I smile, sitting back down.
“That’s what I thought. Now let's take a look at the contract, shall we?”
* * *
Hannah leadsthem out a few hours later, and it isn’t until the door closes behind them that I drop the face I’ve been forcing. Sighing, I walk back over to the desk and look at the time. Damn, it got late fast.
Four meetings, starting with Huntske, but I got every fucking one of the contracts.
