"You're not really cut out to negotiate."
Damon sat on the couch, looking very relaxed, and he pointed out my problem directly.
Compared to Damon's relaxation, I was already nervous to the point of scratching my skirt.
He was right, I really wasn't cut out to negotiate.
I suddenly didn't know how to talk.
Damon saw my dilemma and suddenly laughed out loud, "It's okay, you can go ahead and say what you think."
I was a little chagrined that I should have listed these demands first and brought them directly to him, so that he wouldn't catch a break.
"We are only in need of each other, and I don't need any commission, so I am free and I need to continue working here."
I wasn't sure if Damon understood what I was saying.
"I understand. I'll pay you, and you quit your job."
Damon was s
