Nathan stood near the large picture window, back strain, hands clasped behind his back, expression serious.
“I am going to cut strait to the point,” said Nathan in clipped tones. “Astrid might have a right to fire you... but you do not have a right to quite.”
Nathan stood by the window, gazing out at the land scape. He could almost feel Ivan starting to open his mouth in protest, but holding up a hand quickly he said, “I own you... Ramazanov. And that means my wife does as well. We are as one in that regard. You question her then you are questioning me. You don’t trust her then you don’t trust me. Is that understood?”
“I am going to cut strait to the point,” said Nathan in clipped tones. “Astrid might have a right to fire you... but you do not have a right to quite.”
Nathan stood by the window, gazing out at the land scape. He could almost feel Ivan starting to open his mouth in protest, but holding up a hand quickly he said, “I own you... Ramazanov. And that means my wife does as well. We are as one in that regard. You question her then you are questioning me. You don’t trust her then you don’t trust me. Is that understood?”