Livia smirked like she struck gold. With her forearm on the table, she leaned in to whisper into Greg’s ear, “My price…is you.”

Greg tried not to show how nauseated he felt by her perfume and her request. His face remained unperturbed when Livia pulled herself back to study his reaction. When she got nothing, she asked, “Well?”

“You have to be more specific. What does that entail? My resources?”

“No. We just want you on our side.”

“Our side?”

“Yes. The more capable minds we have on board, the quicker we’ll be able to get what we all want.”

“And you’re saying you can help me get what I...