She held my gaze.
“I am not people in general, Sebastian. I am Evelyn Parker. And when I tell you I’m going to talk to my son, I mean I already have.”
I didn’t know whether to laugh or apologize.
“I don’t even know what to say.”
“Say you’ll meet him.”
There it was.
Simple as that.
I stared at her.
“What?”
“My son wants to meet you.”
“When?”
She glanced at her watch.
“This afternoon, if you can get there.”
My heart gave one hard, stupid thump.
The firm she was talking about wasn’t some random little operation.
Everybody in our line of work knew who her son was.
Not because he was flashy.
Because he was successful.
His company had grown from a three-person shop into one of the biggest regional strategy firms in the state.
They handled the kind of accounts guys like me studied from afar.
