On the day of the bidding, Scarlett woke up early.
As she left her apartment, Andrew was already waiting downstairs with a smile, handing her a paper bag.
"Here's your breakfast. Your favorite—coffee and a sandwich."
"Thanks." She opened the bag. "I just got the news that the draw order came out. We're after the Boston Group."
"Good. Our bid is perfect. No one in the industry can come up with a better one." Andrew turned the steering wheel, smug. "We've got this property."
"Really?"
"You don't know? I heard that until 4 a.m. this morning, the Boston bidding team was still revising their bid, but Ryan was still not satisfied. He threw a fit at the company and even fired a few people. This means he doesn't have confidence in beating you."
Scarlett sipped her coffee and choked a little
