Zane.
At one point at the end of the night, Ivan drew me aside and asked if I would like to go over the contract, just as his wife went to the kitchen or wherever the women went to, and all I could do inside of me was danced.
All we did tonight had worked, and I knew that I would be marrying Jasmine by weekend with joy.
As we started to go over the contract, all I could think about was how sour the faces of my opponent would look when they heard that the contract was now awarded to us. Or at least, that was the next step I think Ivan would be discussing, actually signing the contract if we were talking about it.
“So tell me again, what you would do better if this project is awarded to your company.” Ivan said, rubbing his jaw as he stared at me.
Always prepared, I answered. “A lot,
