Interesting.
He showed her a picture.
He looked like every other real estate tycoon, but the man did look familiar to her.
She just couldn’t place why.
The man was shiny and clean-cut. The suit he wore was tailored and expensive. The watch on his wrist was the most pricy Rolex out there, and she knew because it was the same one that Chris, Callen, Ethan, and Gene owned.
Someone wasn’t hurting now that Daddy had left him everything.
“I can’t wait to hear about this building,” she said, knowing what the secretary had said, but she needed him to confirm it.
When he came out of his office, he was wearing dress pants, shiny Italian leather shoes, and a black dress shirt open at the throat.
The man was in his forties, and had that air about him. It was clear he was raised with money, too.
As they stood, he approached them.
Two things stood out.
He behaved and smelled rich.
Now, she had to hope he wasn’t an asshole. Elizabeth had very little time for entitled man behavior.
“Deputy Director, I’m sorry we have to meet like this. I was at one of the President’s parties two years ago, and I wasn’t able to speak with you. Apparently, you had a case.”
She shook his hand.
That explained why he looked familiar—vaguely.
“I always have a case,” she said. “And now, I have one here. We need to talk,” she said, getting down to business.
The man shook Gene’s hand.
“Agent Cantrell.”
Well, clearly, he knew them, but if he was in the same circles with them, and a friend of Gabe’s, there was no shock why. Their faces were everywhere.
“Mr. Slater,” he said.
He waved them toward his inner domain.
“Follow me.”
Leading them back, he pushed the coffee cart himself, not making his secretary do it.
“Thanks, Patty. I’ve got it. Hold my calls until the Deputy Director and Agent Cantrell are done speaking with me.”
She nodded and went back to work.
When they were in the office, it was just as nice as the lobby. It was masculine with the chrome, black leather, and big-ass mahogany desk in the middle of the room. It had super high ceilings and made the place airy.
“Nice digs.”
He smiled.
“Thanks. I got this in an acquisition along with the Market Street building. This one works to better my business, and that one is a goddamn pain in my ass.”
