My phone buzzed again.
This time the caller ID showed the agency.
I stared at it.
Then I answered.
“What?”
There was silence.
Then one of the receptionists whispered, “Christopher?”
It was Nina.
She sounded nervous.
“What happened?”
“You need to come back.”
I laughed once.
“No, I really don’t.”
“I’m serious.”
“So was Gavin when he fired me.”
“Chris.”
Something in her voice made me stop.
“What?”
“There’s a woman here asking for you.”
My stomach tightened.
“What woman?”
“She says you helped her this morning.”
Every muscle in my body went still.
I looked through the diner window at traffic sliding past under the pale afternoon sun.
“Is she okay?”
“She looks fine. But that’s not the weird part.”
“What’s the weird part?”
Nina lowered her voice.
“She arrived with three attorneys.”
I sat straighter.
“What?”
“And two people from Halston Capital.”
The coffee suddenly didn’t seem so irrelevant anymore.
