She certainly had guts, he had to admit, and had he been less polished he would have laughed aloud. Now he didn't, but simply bided his time by taking a sip of his tea.
'If that was the case, then you'd hardly need to be handsomely compensated, now would you?' he said calmly, waving his wand and moving the cup back to the table.
'No, Miss Dorny, you would - in essence - be working for me, though I would not try to infringe on your independence or try to move on your contacts. They would still be your own, and you would be free to make any deals you'd want. All I want in return for my money is a sneak preview.'
'I take it you don't have an aversion to money, Miss Dorny?' he asked.