Chapter 4Jenson continued lying on the hotel bed even though it was quite bright outside, and he had woken up more than thirty minutes before. His business acquaintances had only stayed in Strongfair for one day or so before they all left town by morning and afternoon the day after. His friends and relatives had remained in town for another couple of days or three before they also bade him farewell. In fact, he had said goodbye to the last of them the previous afternoon. He grabbed his smartphone from the top of the nightstand on the right side of the bed when it rang. After looking at the screen, he groaned. It was Terrence, his personal assistant. Jenson hoped that there was nothing urgent going on back in New York.
“Good morning, Terrence.”
“Good morning, Mr. Hall. I’m calling to let
