“Thank you, Mr. Miller.”
“Do you have Ms. Stonfeld’s company email?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll need to check it often. For urgent matters, my assistants will call you first. Would you prefer to use the company phone or your own?”
“For quick notifications, I’d rather use my personal number. Easier than carrying two phones.”
“That’s fine. If you change your mind, just email me. Any other questions?”
I shook my head. “Ms. Stonfeld already covered the important things.”
“Good,” he said softly. “Then I wish you a pleasant day.”
“And you as well, Mr. Miller.”
For an instant, the shadow of a smile touched his lips. It never reached his eyes. He turned toward the stairs, then glanced back once.
“Welcome to my world, Miss Elfhorn.”
After I swallowed the last bite of my sandwich with a gulp of cola, I collapsed onto the couch and dialed my best friend. She picked up on the third ring.
“Yeah.”
“Can you talk?”
“Just got home.”
“I met my boss today.”
“And?”
“He looks even better in person than in the pictures.”
“I Googled him. He’s loaded.”
“Pretty much figured that.”
“He used to date Tiffany Benz.”
“The supermodel with the dark hair?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s top-tier.”
“Good for him.”
“I still don’t get why a man like that would keep some junk shop.”
“Jenn, if you don’t want me climbing through this phone to strangle you, take that back right now. Do you have any idea what treasures are in there?”
“I’m sure they’re not worth as much as what he has in the bank.”
“It’s not about money. It’s about history.”
“Fine, I’m sorry. You know I love old things as much as you do.”
