James
“Morning, Kirstie.”
The concierge smiles from her desk as we enter and cross the lobby. “Good morning, Mr Alexanders. Morning Charlotte.” Then she riffles through a stack on her in-tray. “Oh, Charlotte. Some mail for you. I had to sign for this one.” She offers a small padded envelope, then, clearing her throat, “Um, James…”
“I’ve not forgotten my promise, Kirstie. I’m seeing Ryan later this week on-site. I’ll make a point of allowing extra time for a chat with him.”
“Thank you.” She bobs her head, the pearl on her velvet choker bobbing with her.
Charlotte looks curiously but briefly, her attention taken by the packet. She receives very little mail.
And there’s only so many people who might send her a package…
My antennae twitching, “Why don’t we go up to my office,” I say. “H
