Fiona
One of my favorite songs plays softly through the small speakers on my desk computer, and I hum along, bobbing my head to the beat. I type out an email to the newest company wanting to meet and pitch an idea to Ethan. I send them our usual, general terms and conditions as well as the specific terms for partnership.
I’ve typed this same email out so many times that I could probably do it in my sleep. One of two things usually happen next. Either the company will respond back that they’re willing to accept the terms to meet, or they never reply, finding our terms too strict.
After I hit send, I peek at the clock, noting that Ethan’s next meeting is only an hour away and that I should get his materials together.
Just as I put the last papers into the folder, the elevator dings. A
