Adam scoffs, taking a seat across from me. "Don't insult my intelligence, Cynthia. Maril Food has been around for a couple of years now. We're making a name for ourselves in the industry. We've begun providing food to human schools for shifters, using the label of 'special dietary needs'. We're a pioneer in this. Nothing your company has done can even begin to match what we are doing for ourselves. So, what can you truly offer us?"

The taunting edge of his voice makes me want to kick him. But ...