Make love not war
A submission for Flash Fiction February
“I won’t accept anything but 10%.”
Pooja knew that tone. He wouldn’t have used it if he wasn’t serious.
She’d been negotiating this business deal with him for the last ten months, after all.
She sighed. Turned the speakerphone on and off. Swivelled in her comfortable office chair. Stared out the glass window, contemplat…
