Smugly, Frieda asked her a*sistant to call Roxanne’s research institute and company to settle their payments. I’m going to give her a headache and make her yield to me!
Soon after, her a*sistant entered her office with a smile.
“We’ve received the payment, Ms. Queen.” Her a*sistant was delightfully waiting for Frieda to praise or reward her with a bonus.
However, Frieda’s expression darkened frightfully. “They did? Tens of millions? All of it?”
The a*sistant didn’t understand why her employer seemed upset that they had received the payment.
Her smile faded as she nodded. “Yes, all of it.”
It was Frieda’s turn to be confused. I thought Roxanne would refuse to settle the payment. Her materials now cost more than ten million, after all. No company would ignore such a price difference.
