"Mr. Sterling, the Westmore Group is prepared to offer a price ten percent lower than the initial offer in their negotiations with Matthew Taylor," the assistant reported.
Damian Sterling scoffed disdainfully, "Has Westmore resorted to price wars now?"
The assistant continued, "But such an offer is indeed tempting. As a businessman, no one overlooks profit. When the stakes are high enough, no one would refuse."
Damian bent down to pick up a branch and idly poked at the ground.
After a moment, he stood up, his gaze distant and thoughtful. "That pie might be too big for Oliver Westmore to swallow."
The morning sun shone brightly through the window as Emma Hart's phone rang, displaying an unfamiliar number.
Answering the call, she was greeted by a gentle voice of a middle-aged woman, "Hello, Miss Emma, do you remember me?"
