In the private lounge of the country club, Lawrence shifted restlessly in his seat. He couldn't seem to get comfortable.
"Dear, you don't have to bother with this," Jasmine, seated beside him, said with a shake of her head. "You are Lawrence Young. It's not like you're meeting with the Lancasters or the Summit Partners."
"My dear, I heard from my broker that the person who bought these lands is an influential person," he leaned closer, whispering. "Impression is very important, especially in this situation."
Jasmine pondered. "You're right, dear. How do I look?"
"Stunning as always, my love." He smiled as she mildly slapped his shoulder.
"Goodness, you."
"Anyway, they should be here any moment," Lawrence said, checking his wristwatch. "Remember, we'll impress them—him or her."
