Lucas' POV

My nerves were skyrocketing and my sweat glands were betraying me. Richard and his crew sat across from us at a long conference table. The conference room was painted a plain white and there was hardly any furniture in there aside from the table and chairs.

Richard seemed cool as a cucumber. He was far more experienced at this sort of thing than I was, but I knew I still had a leg up on him with my closing skills. I just needed to concentrate. I ...