章 20: The Clarification

Susie looked at the young man in front of her, remaining silent at the direct question he had posed. To be honest, neither she nor her family held much influence outside of their country, and the only reason her sales had increased so dramatically was because of Dante's skills.

Now, she couldn't deny him the right to open secret cannabis factories if that was what Dante wanted.

With little power in her hands, the situation remained unclear for Dante. However, Susie, who had planned for this, said, "You have the idea, but not the engineering. It would take you years to build a dozen hidden and secure factories like we have in London."

Dante had expected her to say something along those lines, but now his question was about the cost.

"My offer is this: we'll provide you with all the necessary resources so you can create underground greenhouses perfectly suited for growing cannabis at the same quality you've been receiving," Susie directly stated her purpose for the in-person visit.

"What's the cost?" Dante knew this wouldn't come for free.

Without hesitation, Susie replied, "We want twenty percent of every factory you set up. That's a reasonable price."

"I'll give you five percent. Do we have a deal?" Dante wasn't about to hand over too much money; that would amount to around four hundred thousand dollars per farm at most.

"Fifteen percent. We'll give you the best cannabis seeds available in the world. Don't you think that's worth more than what you're offering?" Susie seemed upset. She wasn't going to give in beyond this point.

Her price was more than reasonable, as the quality of the seeds was far superior to anything Dante could obtain on his own.

Even with the best cannabis greenhouses, what truly mattered was the seed.

Without a good strain of cannabis, growth wouldn't be fast, healthy, or of exceptional quality.

"Eight percent. That would still be millions of dollars per year, Miss Glass. Doesn't that sound enticing?" Dante smiled as he raised his glass and extended his hand to shake hers.

He expected her to close the deal. With all the new resources he was about to obtain, it would be more than enough for everyone involved to become rich.

"Thirteen percent, no less." Susie wasn't one to be manipulated. Representing her father in business, she was an extraordinary negotiator.

Dante knew this; Susie's aura was one of deep lineage and excellent genes. She had her father's strength of character.

"Ten."

"Deal." Susie knew that demanding twenty percent was too much, but now that they had met in the middle, they shook hands.

"That was simple. So, send me the details to this phone number. Regarding the distribution for New York, everything will remain the same," Dante said, clarifying that he only wanted to cover more areas, not distance himself from old allies who could be important to him in the future.

Susie nodded and, crossing one leg over the other and drawing Dante's attention, said, "Now that we've finished talking business, wouldn't it be nice to think about where you're going to take me for dinner?"

"I could introduce you to my family, but I warn you, not everyone finishes their meal when we get together." Dante wanted to say good things about his family, but no one ever seemed to finish eating during family gatherings.

"I can handle that." Susie was eager to meet Dante's family, especially the man who had taken over the largest ranch in the United States.

Dante raised both hands and said, "I'll introduce you as my partner—either you're my girlfriend, or you're someone I got pregnant with, and now I'm looking for a way to make amends. That should save us from some useless conversations."

"Sure, darling." Susie stood and entered the cabin.

"Do you know which room is yours?" Dante didn't show much expression. She was devilishly beautiful but also dangerous. And if he got involved with her, his problems would likely increase.

"I'll take whichever one I like most. After all, we're a couple."

"I didn't think you had such an expressive sense of humor," Dante muttered as he leaned against a wooden beam.

He was more relaxed now. At least the negotiations had gone well, and he had a long-term plan to properly set up the hidden cannabis greenhouses.