More relaxed than he’d felt in a long time, his thoughts were on the office space he’d just inspected and the two–year lease he’d subsequently signed with the property manager. The three–room suite in what passed for a Cedar Grove office building was a far cry from the entire top floor he’d leased until recently in an upscale San Diego high–rise on behalf of his law firm, but he didn’t care. If anything, he felt relieved that he’d finally extricated himself from the trappings and aggravation of his high profile life as a litigator. Having spent the years since graduating from Harvard Law on the fast track as he successfully defended international corporations from multi–million dollar lawsuits, he’d managed to orchestrate his return to northern Nevada with zero fanfare. That, in and of itself, was something of a miracle, especially given the media’s fascination with his professional and personal life in recent years. Thomas felt the peace of mind of a man who’d made the right decision for the right reasons.
