The door to my office opened, and Vivian walked in with a broad smile on his face. “I saw the news, man. Congratulations.” He said.

I smiled, dropped my pen, and leaned against the chair. “Thank you.”

He sat and crossed his legs majestically. “So tell me, were you nervous?” He asked with a curious brow.

I was nervous when I asked Imela to marry me, but with Cecil, “No, I wasn’t.” I replied with a shake of my head, adding, “When it’s time to make the move, you know.”

His eyes flickered, and he nodded. “I guess I will take a thing or two from your book of confidence...