"Just say it. What do you really want?"

"Is the company facing a cash flow issue? And you need money from me? Or are you concerned that my shares might pose a problem for you? Fine, have your lawyer come over, draft a transfer agreement, and I'll sign it. I'll transfer all my shares to you. Would that suffice?"

Jon silently guided my hand under the covers, holding the IV tube with a smile, and said, "Get some more sleep."

I frowned, "What are you trying to do? Is this some kind of game?"

Jon pursed his lips, "Rachel, can we please talk calmly?"

I chuckled sarcastically, "Now you want...