Chapter 77

Her fingers furiously flying, she said, “Name, please.”

“Drew Richards.”

“R-I-C-H-A-R-D-S?”

“Yes.”

She frowned. “I’m sorry, Mr. Richards, but he doesn’t seem to have an appointment listed with you.”

Drew blushed. “Well, it’s…it’s personal, not business.”

Giving him a frosty glare, she picked up her phone. “Mr. Stevens? There’s a Drew Richards here to see you.” She hung up. “Down the hall to the right. Last door.”

“Thank you.” Drew went through another glass door into a long, gray, plastic smelling hallway. To the left was an open door and he could heard a copier running. As he passed the room, he looked in curiously.

Standing at the copier was none other than Barnaby Lassiter, Nathan’s flamboyant partner. He wore earphones and was bopping his head back and forth to whatever he was listening to. Drew was about to pass when Barnaby noticed him and squealed.

He flew out the door and grabbed on to Drew. “Oh, my God, you scared me.”