My hand is writing as fast as it could as I pay attention to every detail that the man in a grey suit is speaking about. He's sitting across Mr. Conrad Easton who is right beside me. There's a rectangular glass table in the middle, and the room is filled with businessmen that I happen to meet today.
I turned to the man beside me when he places his hand over mine. "It's fine if you wouldn't be able to write everything down. Your phone is recording, right?" He said, quietly.
I just nodded at him and his attention is now once again focused on the meeting. If I'm not mistaken, three of the men here is from New York and two from Las Vegas. I admire the way that they're taking this meeting so seriously. Since we arrived earlier, everything is flowing so well and jokes are kept aside to discuss
