ROBERT

The ticking of my office's wall clock brought my thoughts back to the present, and I sighed as I continued to listen to the client seated across my desk.

He was the construction manager in charge of my Orlando office's renovation.

I'd told Renee over the weekend that I could make Orlando my business headquarters, and I was following through with it.

Mr. Ryan, a close friend who was also in the office with us, had referred me to the man in his early fifties, and he seemed to be ...