Zane Lynch was screaming internally, but he had to force himself to appear calm and collected.
"Since you're a friend of Serena's, we can be flexible on the contract. I'll have my team prepare a top-tier contract for you. As for profit sharing, I can offer you thirty percent. How does that sound?"
"Isn't thirty percent a little too low?"
Zane Lynch drew a sharp breath, his gaze on Arabella Donovan filled with anguish, as if to say, 'Whose side are you on, young lady?'
"…Fine, forty percent."
"Let's make it forty-five percent."
"…If I agree to that, are you just going to say that since we're already at forty-five, we might as well round up to an even fifty?"
Arabella gave a bashful smile. "Well, if you're willing to be that generous, Cousin, I'm sure he wouldn't object."
Zane Lynch nearly fell over backward in exasperation. "I'm the one giving him a better deal, and you're worried about whether *he'll* object?"
