Chapter 17

“Sheldon! What the fuck, 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 andat the copier place?” he purred.

“Not even. I just help Henry out when he’s desperate. I've told him over and over again to hire a full-time manager, but nooooo. He’d rather bat his eyes at me and get me to do it.”

Henry laughed and said, “Works every time.”