Chapter 18

He replied, go home, buddy, followed by a smiley emoticon.

I removed the now-grubby T-shirt, replaced it with a spare I always kept in my office, then locked up and headed to the parking deck. Just as I reached my old, reliable, white pickup truck, I heard someone calling my name.

“Ed! Hey Ed!”

I stuck the key in the door before turning to face Titus Leung as he stopped before me. Fucker wasn’t even panting.

“You needed something, Mr. Leung?” I asked as I unlocked my car door and sat behind the steering wheel.

The stare he gave me was unreadable. “Yeah. Uh, can we do lunch sometime this week? I’ve been scheduling meetings with other managers who technically fall under me.” He ran a hand through his hair, and naturally, it fell back into place. Maybe he used some kind of magic formula. “I want to hear about any complaints, suggestions, successes, and failures in your department. It would give me a place to start in trying to improve things in the building.”