“You’ll hand over a third of the pharmacies willingly!” she demanded—until the lawyer pulled out one contract.
“My sons are entitled to exactly one-third of your pharmacy chain, and I’m not backing down.” Veronika carelessly tossed her expensive light-colored coat over the back of a chair in a deliberately theatrical manner. She sat down across from Margarita’s desk and crossed her legs. Everything about her expressed complete confidence that she was in […]
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