Richard's POV
The phone rang once before I picked it up. I had been waiting for this call. "Talk."
I listened as the speaker told me about Blake's meeting this morning and what had transpired. Blake Huntington, some Japanese money man, a project big enough to make even Blake sweat over his own resources.
I smiled at that part. Blake Huntington, sweating. Oh, this was too good. This was just what I needed to bring the man to his knees.
"Say that again," I said. "Slower. So, I can get all the details down." This was gold and just what I had been waiting for.
The voice repeated it. A name. Nakamura. The man was serious money, the kind that didn't hand itself over easily. And Blake wanted it badly enough to be honest about his own limits in a first meeting.
Interesting. Weakness dressed
