Tara Coleman
After dropping Jason off at Mark’s, I drove all the way to meet one of my boss’s clients, who was supposed to meet me. I had no idea why Mr. Knight would want me to do his operation in New York City, but I was glad he chose me to do the bid for him.
“Mr. Knight tells me that you are the right person to talk to; I mean, you are his support down here.” Mr. Deville, the client, stated this as soon as we were seated at the hotel. It was a meeting about starting another company in New York City that Mr. Knight thought would be more profitable.
“Yes, I am here to represent Mr. Knight, my boss,” I admitted, and he smiled.
“Well, we had a lengthy chat with him, and we are here to go through the plans and you know everything, since he wouldn’t make it here on time. I don’t want to
