“I want twenty percent,” Jake demanded. He gazed out the floor length office windows, watching the sun set behind the New York skyline.
Goldstein chuckled audibly from behind his mahogany desk. “You can’t be serious.”
“Completely,” Jake replied turning from the window. The minibar in the corner caught his eye, and he sauntered over. “You don’t mind, do you, Steiny?” He had the scotch open before he had finished the question.
“Like I was saying, twenty percent.” He paused. “And a bonus,” he completed with a smirk. “Say, a quarter million?”
Goldstein reclined back in his chair, not quite believing what he was hearing. “A raise and a bonus?” He leaned forward slowly, bringing his fingertips together. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just fire you right now and have Louis throw your ass out on the street.”
Jake took a long, luxurious sip of scotch and met Goldstein’s gaze without flinching. “White Seas Incorporated.” Jake watched in satisfaction as Goldstein’s face went ashen.