CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
He'd returned to the office once again to care for his beauties. Taylor Peltari stood by the row of beakers and beansprouts and cotton bedding, a ruler clutched in one hand as he leaned in, cautiously, measuring each of the tender sprouts. He tucked his tongue inside his cheek as he jotted down the height of the largest plant.
The lights above him buzzed, the heating lamps on the desks providing an additional glow which reflected off the windows.
Night had fallen hours ago, but Mr. Peltari didn't mind. He enjoyed the work, especially in between phone calls and case files. Everyone needed a hobby, especially those involved in the legal field. His employees didn't get it. Didn't seem to like his plants much. They called him green thumb behind his back.
But he took it as
