The blood drained slowly out of her face.
Mr. Heart,
We write further to our previous correspondence, neither of which has received the courtesy of a reply. Our offer for the acquisition of the property known as Hearts Hotel, together with the adjoining bayside reserve and Heart House, has remained on the table for the better part of a year. The terms are generous and, given the hotel’s well-documented financial position, more than fair to all parties involved.
We must now insist on a meeting. Our representative will be in Sweet Blossom Bay within the next forty-eight hours and will expect to be received. We are prepared to substantially increase our offer in person, on the condition that an immediate agreement to proceed is reached at that meeting.
We trust you understand the seriousness of the position you are in. The window for a voluntary sale is narrowing. We would strongly prefer to conclude this transaction on cordial terms. The alternatives, as I am sure you appreciate, would be far less favorable to the family.
We look forward to your prompt reply.
Yours sincerely,
Mr. D. Wayne
Wayne Group International
Linda read it twice. Then she lifted her head.
“What is it?” Martin asked again. His voice was very quiet now.
She handed him the letter, feeling sick inside. “I think our time to save Hearts Hotel is running out a lot faster than we anticipated.”