Driving Mr. Dead (25 page)

“Fifteen thousand.”

I pursed my lips. “I’m still saying twenty-five thousand.”

“Which means you never quite learned how negotiating works.”

It was a struggle, tensing my lips enough to avoid smirking. “How badly do you want to get off that floor, Mr. Calix?”

He grumbled. “Done.”

“One week,” I said as I knelt in front of him, my voice firmer than I would have thought possible under the circumstances. “That means seven nights. Not seven days and eight nights. Not seven and a half nights.
Seven nights
.”

“Done.”

“Excellent.” I gave him my sunniest “professional” smile and offered my hand for a shake.

“Don’t push it,” he muttered, closing his eyes.

I sighed, pulling my cell phone out of my bag to call Gigi. I wasn’t going to make that booster meeting after all.

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