Vincent's pov
"Saturday," Mr. Seinfeld said. "Come at two o'clock."
"What of the other interested parties?"
"I'll be meeting with them on Sunday." He picked up his cane and stood. "You'll have the advantage of going first, Mr. Ashford."
My turn on Saturday gave me less than a week to put together a presentation that would blow this man away.
He extended his hand again, and I shook it.
"May the best vision win," he said.
Going first could work in my favor, I thought as I shook his hand and headed back to my car. If I gave a compelling enough speech and made him see the value in my vision, maybe I could win him over before he even heard what Horton Group had to say.
I drove back to the city, I pulled out my phone and called Wicket.
"Sir?" he answered on the second ring.
"I need you
