The warm afternoon’s sun streamed into Neal's home office, dimming the bright installed lights as he typed away on his keyboard.His brows furrowed with focus as he did research about the organizations that his company, Comix Vert, could begin to pitch to. There were lots of options. He grabbed a pen from the penholder, snatched a sticky note, and made a short list of the potential ones. Then he began researching their possible competitors for each company. His attention was broken when his phone suddenly rang out.He turned his gaze to it with a slight frown, unappreciative of the interruption.It was Caden, so he picked up the call.“Good day sir,” Caden greeted. "A company has reached out to us. They need our services.”Neal nodded as he leaned back in his seat. His gaze fell on the list he'd made, scrutinizing the names of the companies there. Maybe they didn't even need to pitch to any company. Their company seemed to already have enough traction.“Fix an appointment with them