ROBERT
The ticking of my office wall clock brought my thoughts back to the present, and I sighed as I listened to the client seated across my desk.
He was the construction manager in charge of my Orlando office 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 worked in the Orlando office, had referred me to the man. He was in his early fifties and seemed to be the right fit for the job.
The man rambled on and on about the changes the building would require and the renovations that’d be done.
With his salt-and-pepper hair and a 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
