Chapter 19

I looked at my watch, a gift from my mother when I turned twenty-five, right before she retired to Mexico. It had been her way of apologizing for leaving me all by my lonesome, I supposed. “I’m sorry to cut this short, but I have to meet with the inspector in five minutes.” I stood. “Please feel free to email me with any questions. You probably have access to the staff directory by now.” I leaned over slightly and shook his hand, ignoring the firmness of his grip. “I wish you well in your position here at Regent.” You’re gonna need all the luck you can get, man.

“Thanks,” he said, though I barely heard that as I hurried toward the staircase to jog down to the basement. I wasn’t sure if Titus would actually make a difference in this building, but at least he’d asked the right questions.

I made it to my office with ten seconds to spare before Liz informed me that Cara had arrived to do the inspection. Here goes nothing.

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