“The Robert James Sutton? The oil tycoon? The guy that owns this bank?”
“Yep, that’s him,” Robby replied with obvious embarrassment.
“But your name is Williams, isn’t it?” Will asked, now really confused.
Before Robby could answer, the young woman asked, “Is this the friend you were getting a loan for?” She looked confused as well.
“Will, you were doing that for me?”
“Yeah, I thought I’d surprise you, but…Robby, what’s going on? If you’re Sutton’s son, why are you tellin’ me your name is Williams? It even said Williams on the envelopes.”
“Let’s not talk here,” Robby said. “Let’s go across the street for coffee.”
“Shall I tell your father you were in to see him?”
“No, Sharon,” Robby said, “I’ll be back later. Come on, Will.”
The two men crossed the street. They entered the coffee shop, sat down and ordered. After the waitress brought their order, Robby took a sip of his coffee and sighed.
“Well?” said Will.