Chapter 58. The Invitation

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 the right fit for the job. 

The constructor rambled on and on about the changes that the building would require, as well as the renovations that would be carried out.

With his salt and pepper hair and a twinged grin on his face, I decided not to focus on anything else but what he was saying. 

I paid close attention to everything he said and even took notes so I wouldn't forget anything important. After all, I