CHAPTER 37
~Xena's POV~
"You! Aish! FINE." Steel hissed. "Double. And I'll take your advice on Xander Gang."
"Triple," Zevran said coldly. "Or I walk. And you lose everything, both cash and product."
Silence.
Zevran leaned over the phone. "Gone." He ended the call.
He popped a champagne bottle, poured himself a glass, and had just taken a sip when his phone rang again.
Checking the call, he saw Steel's name flash on the screen.
Zevran tapped his earpiece.
"Speak. You get ten seconds."
"Zevran…" Steel groaned, trying to control his rage. "You…"
"Eight."
"Hey! Fine! I agree." Steel's voice buzzed through his earpiece like an annoying mosquito. "Triple! Triple the price! Let's do business," Steel groaned.
"Good." Zevran adjusted his cuff.
"Also, we need to meet differently next time. It's obvious we've got spies in our midst. If not, how else would we have been ambushed? I don't want Xander interrupting again."
