“Mr. Tyler. It’s so nice to meet you.” She lost her hand in Brett’s father firm grip. Amazing how much Brett looked like him. Mr. Tyler was a few inches shorter, but the same broad face and stern jaw. Even the same short brown hair, although Mr. Tyler’s was sprinkled with gray instead of blonde tips like Brett. “Please, call me Curtis.” He seemed pleasant enough. Not at all like the man Brett described. “Come with me to the conference room. Michael’s waiting.” Curtis spoke to his secretary as they passed a large walnut desk. “Bring in some drinks please, Jessica.” The woman hopped up at his request. “I’ll wait out here, Allison.” Brett whispered. “No.” Her eyes grew wide as she grabbed his arm. “Please come with me.” “Are you sure?” She nodded. “I need you.” He smiled and followed her into the large, no...excessively large conference room. Cherry paneled walls and a long polished table. Money, money, money. She should’ve asked how much this would cost.
