Cass told her partner over the phone. “That is it. Deal’s done.” She rolled her eyes as her partner fretted some more. “You’re always like this, Matt. Will you relax? We both have twenty thousand reasons to take a vacation.” She chuckled. “Now you can get Francis that ring he’s always wanted, take him to Vegas, and make an honest man out of him.” The waitress placed a drink in front of her and Cass smiled back in appreciation. “I check out at noon tomorrow... Yes, I love me too. Remember this the next time you doubt me,” she said with a smile. “See you on Monday.” She put down her phone and leaned back into the booth, resisting the urge to stretch her feet out and rest them on the bench seat opposite. She had volunteered to supervise the contract signing and the closing process for two reasons: it brought her back to Dallas—her old stomping ground—and she would treat herself to executive accommodations all the way. Usually, she travelled on a modest budget, but the payoff on this deal would more than cover the extravagance.
