Chapter Thirty-four

Rett

Nodding to Henri, I stepped through the threshold to the sitting room of my front office. As Henri closed the large door behind me, my concentration was on the man currently in the process of standing. This time his presence wasn’t a surprise. This meeting was overdue.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the fifteen-foot windows as I moved forward.

“Everett,” Richard Michelson said as he stood and extended his hand.

Taking his hand and giving it a quick shake, I nodded before taking the seat beside him. The aroma of the flowers on the table between us was overpowering. I’d ask Miss Guidry to trade them for something less fragrant once this meeting was over.

“I’ve been meaning to get back to you,” Michelson said, resuming his seat.

Taking a breath, I leaned against the antique chair and released the button on my suit coat. “I expected this situation to be cleared up much sooner.”