Farle
his eyes widening at the sight of me st
extended my hand. "Mr. Hicks. Gannon Farley. Sorry
pot. He grabbed my hand, shaking it vigorously as he ushe
own the stairs. The moment she saw me, her face tr
" she exclaimed dramatically, as
, too jet-lagged to sleep, when I suddenly remembered a project a friend
n and Felecia were practically g
s had a sharp look, but the naked ambition in his eyes gave him
droned on about his "vision
ually, "but I'm more of a details guy. I prefer to see the raw data
. He immediately le
you don't mind. Mr. Hicks and I need to discuss some confidential busi
mplied, shutting
ibed it. My eyes immediately found the sa
alking, looking
book on the shelf, I moved to tha
fingers worked behind my back, spinning the dial on
inaudible cli
ument folder. I slipped the birth certificate
A worn teddy bear and a stack of yellowed, folded papers. I quickly stuf
bear and those faded letters told
belong in
my conversation with Delvin
excuses, promising to "seriou
orted me to the door,
saw a familiar Porsche roar up t
im
He was too late. He would a
the prospect of my investment. Their excitement would quickly turn to annoyance and contempt when
ng wheel. The teddy bear and the
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