I slipped out of bed the next morning, the meeting all I could think about as I headed to shower. I dressed, wearing a new suit with black pumps, my heart racing. We had to nail this for Blackstone Legal.
"Hot suit," Cole mumbled, rolling out of bed.
“Shut up. Get dressed.”
He chuckled. “Yes ma'am."
We grabbed coffee and headed to the client’s office. The boardroom held Mr. Peterson and his execs, all watching us. I gripped my notes, nerves buzzing.
“Ready?” Cole whispered after the greetings.
“Hope so,” I muttered.
Peterson leaned forward. “Why should we pick Blackstone, Maddox?”
Cole started, calm. “Our firm gets results. We’ve handled big clients like you, never lost a case.”
I nodded. “We make plans that fit your needs, keeping your business safe and growing.”
Peterson frowne
