Chapter 231: Waiting for what? - II

"No," he uttered the word again, "I am not giving you 40% of the profits." 

The man in front of him didn't understand who was in charge of this organisation. He had gone as far as to demand 59% of those profits and now had tried to bargain his way into 40. 

What is happening behind his back in the past two years? How the fuck did someone even think so highly of themselves to tell him the profit ratio? 

"But sir," the man smiled, nervously, before adding, "I am bearing quite heavy expenses." 

He sighed. "You are not wearing any expenses. In fact, you are not even paying people." 

The man was an idiot and this certified that. He expected Salvatore to not know anything about where he had come from or how this deal was being carried out. 

Fucker. He was wasting time. 

Salvatore looked down at his watch. It was fifteen minutes past seven in the evening and he had more than 45 minutes to go for dinner but he wanted to get there soon.