"Obviously you can put that on the table," Katuzov said, "but I'd have to wait for feedback from Milan."
It was like Mickey had lost control of reality. 'Milan'? Milan? Since when would a German armaments firm have Headquarters in Italy? That made no sense, either. Was everyone trying to confuse him today? Was he losing it?
I'm going to refuse, Mickey was thinking. The 'slice'. He would turn it down.
He would wait until Katuzov had gone and then he would talk to Aisling on her own - without her sister present - and make clear that Corsh - under his management - would not be swayed from its principles with a simple 'sweetener'. No. No bribes!
There was nothing more to be said, but Mickey was polite enough to let them all finish their coffee. He nodded at their small talk, heard Betty ma
