Chapter Fifteen
OWEN
Munich is a f*****g b***h. The company, a European manufacturer of UAV components is a hot mess. A lot of the small companies we buy are. They're understaffed start-ups, which means they often take dangerous short-cuts and keep shitty financial records. I haven't seen numbers like this for a few years, and honestly, it pisses me off. This is the kind of bullshit negligence that leads to people getting killed.
I'm ready to fire my translator. She's a hot little number with blond hair and wide ice-blue eyes, but she's clearly been hired by the company as a beauty bonus, because I'm quite certain there's nothing between her ears. I have more command of the financial vocabulary than she does. And the CEO spends more time staring at her t**s than listening to my question
