"Sasha," Enzo called her name again in a voice that screamed of admiration. "When can I meet this Sasha girl? I want you to know that as soon as she becomes mine, you have yourself a deal."
Ares sighed, as he withdrew his gaze from Ivar.
"Can we adjourn this meeting to another day?" He asked, taking the CEO by surprise.
"What? Is it something I said? Did I cross a line?"
"If you're referring to who I think you're referring to, then you've crossed more than just a line," Ares said in his head.
"Oh no. I just think you've had such a long journey and deserve to rest a little bit. Perhaps by tomorrow, we'd be able to present a better deal, with the girl in question available, of course."
Enzo laughed richly. "You're a brilliant man. I always say we hard working men also need to rest. You're right. I'll take the night off. But tomorrow— is there going to be a night in the club tomorrow? I'd love to watch her dance."