Chapter 80

• The meeting goes great, beyond great actually, and runs long. I glance at my watch, realizing that I’m going to be late getting home which means the nanny will be pissed that I made her stay late… again. Maybe Miss Flowers was right about me; I need to learn a lesson in time management.
• “Weston, I’m going to be honest with you. You are the man we want to do business with. Now, I’m not saying it’s a done deal; we are being courted pretty seriously by one other company we are considering. I know we’ve taken this meeting over, but I’d appreciate it if you could join us for dinner and drinks at Mastro’s tonight.”
• Fuck. The nanny won’t stay any later; I can guarantee it and tonight is my mother’s weekly charity something or other.