I guess I'm a consultant

There used to be times, when a phone call at 10:45 p.m. meant only one thing: invitation to a cool party where everyone is already drunk (and got this wonderful idea to share the happy moments with you). Yesterday was the first case when the phone call meant an invitation to assist with the negotiations about the sale of the company. It was the toughest meeting I have experienced so far. Twice during the day it seemed the agreement is impossible and we will have to give up with this transaction and still, we will meet tomorrow again. I'm glad I picked up the phone last night.