Tuesday Darya was ready to scream at the top of her lungs as she dialed out the number for Kostas.
“Well, good morning my prickly little cactus. How are you this morning?”
“You motherfucker!” she screamed at him. “You stole my building. Double the asking price?”
“I am not sure what you’re talking about,” Kostas spoke quietly, a complete contradiction to her wailing banshee imitation.
“I am talking about the realtor telling me the building I was ready to make an offer on sold this morning. Cash offer. Double the asking price. Why are you buying office space?”
“I think we should have dinner and talk.”
“I hate your guts.”
“You will grow to love me. We share lots in common. An intense dislike for your father to begin with.”
“You bastard. Why are you f*****g with me like this?”
“I am
