Cleo allowed her to borrow her car to make it to Parker Mills office. She was impressed by the building and the courteous area. The secretary led her to a large conference room that seated ten people very comfortable. She was seated at the first charge by the head seat. When offered something to drink, she declined politely because her stomach was doing flips like a Sea World dolphin.
The three piece dark brown rayon suit she had borrowed from Cleo was two sizes too big for her, but with a lot of pins they'd gotten the size twelve suit down to look very professional on her. Cleo had swept her hair up into a fashionable bob, and applied a light touch of make up. The black Patton leather heels were pretty weird to wear, but she managed and if she walked slowly she actually looked like she knew what she was doing. Underneath the vest, she wore a white French cuffed blouse.
Yesterday had been her birthday and she had celebrated it sitting by Nanna's side. Again Cleo had come to the hospital to tag team with her on Nanna's vigil. She didn't trust anyone to stay beside Nanna other than Cleo and she was glad Cleo was there for her.
Focusing her thoughts she concentrated on making her best presentation to Parker Mills. According to James, when he put it bluntly Parker Mills was a serious ass but he loved deals. He lived for them and he was an old high school buddy of Ethan Black. He had inherited the laundry business from his father and had taken over several cleaners in the Detroit and suburban areas. He did a lot of services for business but was looking into privately held residential businesses to expand. She was very impress on the information James had given her about the company and it would be an honor to meet the man in person and learn from him if he gave her the chance.
James warned her Parker Mills could smell bullshit instantly and he didn't play when it came to money owed to him. If she stayed honest and truthful and stayed realistic, she had a chance.
When the doors to the conference opened, it came quite a surprise to see that Parker Mills was an African American male who looked no older than about twenty-nine. He walked like there was a stick up his ass and with the bi-focal and stiff three piece dark grey Armani suit, he was definitely the stiff prick James had describe. This was the first time she had met anyone of African-American nature who possessed money so much money and she knew this would be an even bigger challenge than what she had thought it would be.