It had been days since Free had seen Sam. He’d wanted to invite her to his dad’s company party, but she’d already said that she was busy with her parents that night. By the time the party rolled around, Free had managed to work himself into a frenzy of freakishness. He sat on his bed staring into his closet of costumes. He knew he couldn’t don one tonight, but he needed the inspiration to get through the evening.
He glanced at the new suit his dad insisted on buying him. Cary leaned against the door frame. “It won’t bite. I promise.”
“I know.”
“Don’t be nervous. It’s just a party. These people are already clients. You don’t need to convince them of anything.”
“That makes it worse. I could sell my skills. I excel at talking numbers. I’m not good at selling myself.”
Cary crossed his arm
