Simon was nervous. He didn’t particularly like the sensation. He’d worked hard over the last several years to be more confident in his decision-making. Taking his share of work—and Mark’s, too, since Mark had no interest in the family business—and making a success of it had bolstered his ego quite a bit.
He’d always acted confident; he had quite the reputation for being an egotistical maniac even before he had the skills and achievements to back it up.
The BMW’s engine ticked slowly. The car’s interior heated; without the motor turning, the air conditioning was not keeping up with the early June heat. He gathered up the paperwork, running his fingers over the pages a few times.
He’d almost asked Mark to come with him—he was, in fact, truly desperate for some support—but Mark had a bad h
