18:05
I shall have a salad ready for you when you wake up. My phone flashes again and then vibrates. No way. I pick up the earbuds and answer the call.
"Ira. Where the hell are you?" Peter Edmond asks.
"I"m at home. Is there a problem?"
"The Artemis team won"t agree to an out-of-court settlement."
"Imperial West won"t let it go. Talk to Adrian Thomson again. Settle on the fine. It"s better for both parties." I turn to the counter and see Demona standing in the doorway of the living room, amazed. She looks insanely sexy in my shirt. She watches me, stunned, I think she finally recognizes me. I gesture towards the table, hearing Peter whimper.
"I can"t do it. They"re biting each other. If I can get Imperial to budge on the million-dollar price, maybe. But the Artemis will have that out
