“No, no. Russ was just pulling my leg about what a good job I’d done,” Les teased.
“I don’t believe we’ve met,” Frederickson said, introducing himself and extending his hand.
“I’m sorry,” Les said. “This is Russ Williams.”
“Ah, yes, your…” Frederickson looked pointedly at Les. “…financial advisor. Is that correct?”
“Ah yes, that’s right, my financial advisor,” Les said, catching the man’s drift.
“I talked to you on the phone while you were visitingLes awhile back when I was arranging the promo tour.”
“Yes, you did, Mr. Frederickson,” Russ said politely, releasing the man’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“I don’t mean to cut your conversation short, but Abraham Morris has asked to meet Les.”
“Abraham Morris, the director?” Les said, his excitement showing. “TheAbraham Morris?”