Then his eyes widened in surprise when he recognized who I was. He was expecting someone, but not me. “Richard?” It was more a demand than a question. It was then that I realized that I was holding my breath. I had to force myself to inhale and exhale. “Uh,” I said, my mind racing to make up an excuse why I had broken into his office. “What’s he doing here?” asked another voice. I jerked my head to the right and saw Terence Matheson and Al. David’s father was sitting in an overstuffed leather chair, his driver standing behind him dutifully. Both men had dark frowns. “Is this why you had me come in so early this morning?” Terence asked his son. “I told you, I fired him for good reason, and I stand by that. I won’t have my decisions second-guessed. I seriously think you have your priorities mixed up, David.” He stood and adjusted his suit jacket; a clear sign that he had made his point and the meeting was concluded. “I was waiting for someone,” David said, his eyes scouring me for an answer to an unspoken question.
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