He left her a note stating he wouldn’t be gone long. He walked to the law firm downtown to meet Mr. Costea. The same doorman was on duty. “Hello sir,” Charlie greeted him, carrying two cups of coffee. “Good morning,” the doorman replied. Charlie sensed the hesitation in his voice, wondering if he should block the doorway again as if he was a part-time security guard, working extra hard for a promotion. “Cup of coffee for Mr. Costea,” Charlie said with a smile. The doorman relaxed and asked, “Did he enjoy yesterday’s coffee?” “Very much,” Charlie said as he passed through the doorway. Charlie did not even stop at the desk. While the secretary was directing another patron he passed by like a coffee shop delivery man who had been there a hundred times before. Mr. Costea was in his office.
