I care, Mr. William, if that’s what you mean.’ Refusing to be daunted, she took a deep breath and gave a shaky smile. ‘I still have five minutes left
to persuade you.’
She reached for her beg and removed the papers that she’d stowed carefully inside. William was a man incapable of emotion so she had to appeal to a different part of him. He was a figures man so she’d give him figures. ‘You won’t continue your investment because, so far, you haven’t seen a profit. But the cafés are doing well. Speculate to
accumulate, isn’t that what they say?’
‘Do they?’
She flushed and forced herself to carry on and not be put off by his bored tone or the dangerous glint in his eyes. ‘We’re breaking even now
and we’ll soon be making money.’
‘Is that right?’
Something in the way he was looki
