Ace is seated on a swivel chair behind the solid mahogany desk, while Cameron is on the couch going through a bunch of paperwork. They both look up when I walk in, and Cameron quickly excuses himself when Ace asks him to give us a minute.
"Have a seat." Ace tells me once it's just the two of us.
Ever had a thin stream of sweat trickling down your spine due to anxiety?
Yeah, that's me at the moment.
I can guess at least ten ways in which things could go wrong right now.
He keeps his eyes on my face even after I sit down, and I shift uncomfortably, wondering why he looks at me like that.
It's almost the same look his assistant or whoever was behind the desk gave me when she saw me.
I'm starting to think that people who work here stare a lot.
"How do you like it here so far?"
