As an employee back in Austin, he’d been exempt from this hand-shaking, ass-kissing thing. Why had he assumed he could open his garage’s doors, hunker down inside and play with his cars like a four-year-old with his Hot Wheels?It took money to buy cars. It took business to get money. So here he was, at a round banquet table topped with a white cloth and decorated with tiny hay bales and cowboy hats that might fit a Ken doll. If Ken had the cojones to be a cowboy, which he didn’t. Cameron had discovered that the summer Beck’s sister played nudist colony with her huge collection of dolls.He needed a helluva lot more sleep if he was thinking about kids’ toys when he should be drumming up business.AKA, hell on earth.But if he wanted both business and the respect that went with success, he needed to suck it up. He swallowed the lump of reluctance stuck in his throat and stood to shake hands with the local entrepreneurs. His uncomfortable schmoozing earned him a few slaps on the back and questions about the status of college football these days.
What do You think about Personal Assets (Texas Nights)?
