The good news had traveled quickly. Warma had delivered the confirmation to Sanna, and in turn Sanna had passed it straight on to Anton, who at that very moment was working inside one of his dealerships.
Anton had been in the middle of closing a sale with a wealthy client, his smile plastered across his face, when his phone buzzed. The moment he saw the name flashing on the screen, his heart skipped. He muttered a quick excuse, handed the client off to a colleague, and practically ran into the back office, shutting the door behind him.
"It's signed," Sanna's voice came through the receiver. "They really signed off on it."
Anton nearly dropped the phone. His jaw went slack. "It's signed? As in… they actually approved it? They agreed?"
"Yes," Sanna replied, calm but pleased.
Anton let out a forced laugh, one that carried more nerves than joy. "Why do you sound so surprised? Weren't you the one telling me that this was a strong deal?"
