Every eye swivelled up to the ceiling. ‘What was that?’ Greg frowned. Max knew exactly what it was. It was thunder – the kind of thunderclap you read about when the gods have been angered. ‘Let’s wrap this thing up,’ Larry said briskly. ‘Have you got the money?’ Ralf asked. Larry gave a short dry laugh. ‘You think I would just hand over a hundred million euros without seeing with my own eyes that this stuff actually works?’ ‘You’ll make that amount a hundred times over once you’ve found out how to replicate the elixir,’ Greg pointed out. Ralf’s expression darkened. ‘I think you’ve been wasting our time…’ ‘Relax,’ Larry interrupted. ‘The money’s here, but it’s in a safe. There’s a million in cash and the rest will be made by electronic transfer.’ He jerked his head at a door at the opposite end of the room. ‘This way.’ A hundred million euros! Max was having a hard time getting his head around such a huge sum of money. Ralph followed Larry through into the adjoining room, shutting the door firmly behind them.
