Liam
“I beg to differ.”
I leaned back in my leather chair, exhaling a frustrated sigh as I fixed my gaze on the man seated across from me.
Mr. Laurent, a business associate, had spent the past twenty minutes pitching a deal drenched in self-interest. Despite my clear refusal, he persisted, determined to convince me otherwise.
His polished suit and practiced smile might have fooled others, but not me.
“Mr. Walker,” he said smoothly, “this partnership could open up new avenues for both our organizations. A win-win situation.”
I raised an eyebrow, drumming my fingers on the desk. “For you, perhaps. Not for me.”
Laurent’s confident smile faltered. “I beg to differ. The profit margins—”
There it was again—begging to differ.
“—are skewed in your favor,” I cut him off, my tone sharp. “Yo
