The Serb sneered at Deckard, clearly the conversation was not going as he had expected.
Now he also understood his irrational argument for the Bulgaria deal. He could only be this passionate about such a non-issue if he was getting kickbacks from the manufacturer.
“You had better watch yourself,” Serbedzija said turning on his heel and skulking off.
He knew the Corporate offices would never let him fire the Serb, he was clearly a plant put inside Samruk by the old men at the Grove to keep tabs on Deckard and what he was up to.
No, he couldn’t fire him, but he could sure as hell arrange a friendly fire incident.