“So, I think if we have the meeting with the owner on Monday or Tuesday, we can continue to move along and bring in the investors.”
“You’ve worked with Gimble in the past. Do you think they’ll be accommodating so quickly?” I ask, tapping my pen against my stack of papers. This contract is at least 200 pages, and I started getting dizzy after only a few dozen signatures.
Derek nods from his spot across from me in his chair. “They’re good people. I’ve worked with Valentino Pent. Brilliant man and he loves what he does.”
I smirk at my boss. “You sound like you have a crush!”
Those brown eyes watch me as he picks up a piece of scrap paper, balls it up, and throws it at me across the desk. He hits my chest and laughs with such reckless abandonment.
