He stopped immediately when he saw me.
I swallowed, taking in his tall stature, coffee-colored skin, and trimmed beard. As much as I was loathe to admit it, he’d aged well over the past few years.
“Destiny—”
“Mz. McDonald.”
I blinked and pulled my gaze from Darryl to the man next to him, for the first time noticing that Leonard Riggs was even in the room.
“The hell are you doing here?”
I blinked at Leonard’s tone and then snarled at him, remembering this wasn’t his damn office, nor his business. Well, it sort of was, but not really.
Rolling my eyes, I dismissed Leonard and turned back to Darryl. “Mr. Wright, I made an appointment with your office. If this is a bad time, I ca—”
“What? No. Leonard was just leaving. I’ll give you a call on the subject we discussed in my office.” Darryl nodded and practically shove Leonard out the door as I looked on.
“Please, follow me. Jane, hold my calls,” he tossed over his shoulder to the receptionist.
Out of my peripheral, I saw her nod her agreement before I turned to follow Darryl. I glanced around the office, taking in the door to my right that was shut, which I heard talking from behind it.
“That’s Steve. Hired him as one of my junior agents,” Darryl said, grabbing my attention.
I turned back to him, realizing we’d reached the end of the hallway. He was standing at the entranceway of his corner office, holding the wooden door open for me to pass through.
I took one glance at him and stood there. “After you.” I tipped my head toward his office. I wasn’t about to brush past him, making bodily contact for no reason at all.
I think I caught a frown before he turned and entered his office. Once inside, I didn’t even bother to look around. I was sure Darryl had picked out the best office with the corner view that he could afford, along with the most high end, luxury furnishings he could find. He always wanted the best and most expensive. But that was no longer my business.
“So, how’ve you b—”
“Listen, I realize this is awkward …”
“It doesn’t have to be. We ca—”
“But I’m only here to get some information and then I’ll be on my way, never to darken your doorstep again,” I continued on as if he hadn’t said anything.
“Damn, Destiny, it’s like that? It’s been seven years,” he sighed out a frustrated breath, his shoulders slumping slightly as he sat on the corner edge of his desk.
“Has it? I hadn’t noticed,” I stated nonchalantly.
Though my eyes weren’t on him, I could feel his gaze lingering on my body.
“Destiny, don’t b—”
I held up my hand. “A few weeks ago, your client, Leonard Riggs, the one you were just chumming it up with, told me that you recommended a financial advisor.”
“Oh, so this is what this is about.” He nodded, a sly look overcoming his face. “You’re salty, I didn’t recommend your services to my athletes.”
I frowned, wrinkling my forehead. “What? Why on earth would I expect … I told you years ago that I didn’t expect a damn thing from you,” I stated evenly.
He scowled. “You don’t? Then why’re you here?”
“This isn’t about me, Darryl. Or you, to be honest. I just need the name of the financial advisor. Riggs wouldn’t tell me, and I’d like to—”
“For what?”
I sighed. “That’s a fair question. Riggs said they guy made some promises that to me, sound pretty absurd.”
