Two hours later, as I worked on the fourth and final lease agreement at Sara's computer, a familiar voice greeted Henry on the other side of the room. I looked up and gasped in shock.
“Sheldon! What the f**k, man? You’re in this building now?” I guess his name was on the lease that Henry had finished earlier before he went out on a maintenance call.
He turned to face me and laughed. “Theodore Mennington. Wow, small world! Yeah, I'm about to sign a one-year lease. You live here?”
“Yup, fifth floor.”
Henry looked up in surprise. “You two know each other?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “His company is on my client list.”
Sheldon came over and sat on the edge of my desk, one leg crossed over the other as he leaned back on his hands. That pose was very appealing. “So you work here and at t
