“I’m willing to sell, but I want to meet your boss, Mr. Swagley, I believe. I will only sell to him personally.” My voice was trembling when I said it, but I knew it was what I needed to do. If I could get close to him, I might be able to help the president catch him. “And I need to be paid in cash.”
Weber sat back and flicked her nails against each other. “Those are large demands, Ms. Baxter. May I ask your reasons?”
I was fortunate that Beattie and I had run through potential responses as she did my hair this morning because I didn’t hesitate. “First, I want to meet your boss because I want to be sure he understands the value of what he is buying. I only sell, on principle, to people who understand the immense importance of books like these.”
Weber nodded. “And the reason for cash?”
