"I'll get the land," I said firmly. "I promise you, Camilla. I'll make this happen."
She smiled, squeezing my hand. "I know you will. You've never let me down."
When Saturday eventually came, I felt relieved.
I spent the entire week refining the proposal with Wicket, practicing my presentation, making sure every detail was perfect. By Friday night, I could recite the entire thing from memory.
Saturday morning, I dressed in my best suit and drove to Mr. Seinfeld's house in the early afternoon, the proposal documents in a leather portfolio on the passenger seat.
The same woman from before answered the door.
"Mr. Ashford," she said warmly. "Mr. Seinfeld is expecting you. Please, come in."
She led me to a different room this time, a study with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a large d
