Leonard
A few days have passed since Evangeline’s call with the French guy. The San Esteban office building is going to be finished soon. I’m glad we have the VertaCorp job lined up. Carter and I are finalizing things with the VertaCorp owners, two guys who started the grocery chain just ten years ago and built it into a business that not only profits the owners, but the folks who work there and the neighborhoods where they set up shop.
Eric Markess shakes my hand, and then his beefy partner, Cole Welsh, does the same. They each shake Carter’s hand as well.
It’s done. We’re going to build this thing. Finally. It’s nearly nine p.m. and we’ve been discussing the finer details for hours, getting the details ready for our attorneys.
“Where’s a good place to get a drink around here?” Eric a
