“Did you look over the numbers for…what’s the name of that company again?” Lambert asked as he waded through the once-neat paperwork before him. His blond hair had a bit of gray at the temples. It made him appear very distinguished. And damn it, I shouldn’t care.
“ShadowCreek Financing,” I replied. “And yes, I did. It’s a sound investment. You should go with it.”
He graced me with a flat, brown-eyed stare. “I don’t really need your opinion. I just wanted to know if you did what I told you to do. ‘Yes’ or ‘no’ is sufficient.” Deep breath, Clifford. He’s been acting like this for years. It’s nothing new.
I kept my answer simple this time. “Yes, I did.”
We went back and forth like that for an hour, and then, as he signed the last line on a document and mumbled to himself, I said, “By the
