Williams didn't offer her a comfortable seat where they could negotiate. Instead, he led her to the counter where he had been seated moments ago, the wood sticky in places from spilled alcohol.
But Vera did not say anything. As long as she got the deal, she'd take it—even if he offered her a toy seat.
"I'm sure you've heard about Ignis…." she began. "It's one of the strongest substances you could—"
"No, no, no," Williams interrupted, pressing a finger against her lips with a long-suffering look. "How can we just delve into business immediately without a little pleasure? Unlike the others, I like to know my partners very well." His words dripped with meaning.
Whether it was his finger against her lips or the implication behind his words, Vera felt a shiver of revulsion crawl down her spine.
She almost lost her patience, a vision of slamming the bastard against the bar top and roughing him up flashing temptingly through her mind.
