It was not the Jergens family that had caused the problems, but they were carrying weights around their necks because of the Kramers.
There was a sharp knock on Emily’s door, and it was opened before she confirmed admission.
Her phone was still ringing.
“You’re not going to get that?” her father asked calmly as he strolled into her office.
“No.”
He glanced at the caller ID and nodded.
He placed his hands in his trouser pockets and aspirated.
“We need a buyout before the week ends.”
“Where?”
“Kramer Pharmaceuticals.”
“How much?”
“Ten, or maybe fifteen.”
“I’ll have twenty ready.”
“Good. There’s a meeting in Italy this weekend. I’ll take it. You stay here. Don’t get swept away.”
“Italy?”
“I’ll handle it.”
“Father –”
“Trust me, my dear,” he rumbled, his blue eyes on his daught
