5
"Ace. Hey Ace!"
Jim's voice may have been enough to wake me up on its own given time, but he also shook my shoulders. Hard. I jerked awake and for a moment I could not figure out where I was. Comfortable padding beneath my backside and against my back. Bright lights. Pictures of various houses and buildings on the walls. And Jim's face hovering over mine, wearing an annoyed expression.
Then it hit me. My office.
"Were you out partying last night or something? Get up, he's going to be here soon!"
He? What was Jim talking about... Then it all came back to me. Giobald Capano, the firm's new client, had an appointment with me and Jim at eleven o'clock. What time was it? I found the clock on the wall and blinked. Ten fifty-seven. Crap.
"Sorry, Jim," I murmured as I pushed myself to my f
