Connor's POV
"Can you stop doing that? You are distracting me. Why are you so nervous, Cameron? Did something happen or is there something I should be aware of?"
He stopped bouncing his leg, snapping out of whatever trance he was in.
"No, there isn't anything wrong. I am just nervous about my presentation with the client later in the day. I don't know if I would do a good job or not. Gerald is really counting on me and on this contract, so he doesn't want me to screw it up."
He glanced out of the window, looking deep into his thoughts.
"But this isn't your first presentation, and I am sure it won't be your last. How tough are the clients that is making you, Cameron, of all people so nervous? If you can't do it, why can't Gerald just do it by himself? Isn't it his company? He shouldn't
