“That you own the insurance company?” she asks. “I’ll be honest, it wasn’t high on my list of hypotheses.”
“I don’t want to sit,” she snaps.
“Suit yourself. Can I get you anything?” I ask. “Coffee, tea, or something stronger?”
“This isn’t a social call, Daniil.”
I shrug. “You came to discuss business with me. This is how I start my business meetings.”
“No, I came to discuss business with the person in charge of my insurance policy.”
My grin broadens. “Present and accounted for.”
“Jesus,” she spits, rolling her eyes. “You are unreal. And before you say something snarky, no, that’s not a compliment.”
“I told you to stop calling me that.” Her fists are balled up tight at her sides and she’s quivering from head to toe.
“What about our history makes you think I’ll listen?”
She grimace
