My first inclination was to smack him one, as soon as I got close enough, for taking so long to resurface. But seeing as that would be unproductive, I smiled and continued walking toward him and my trusty nine-year-old Rav4, which I’d been advised by Jamie, on more than one occasion, to trade in for something more “appropriate.” There had been more than a few memos sent in which Talent Partners suggested its agents drive a Lexus, Audi or BMW. Now I was very glad I hadn’t obliged because I owned my Rav4 outright. Buying or leasing a new, Talent Partners-approved vehicle would have meant a car payment at a time when my future livelihood looked uncertain. It was actually good to see Frank. He wore khakis and had on a white oxford cloth shirt, just like the previous two times I’d seen him but, contrary to my first reaction upon seeing this outfit, I found it comforting, rather than that he suffered from a lack of imagination. The only thing new was the pair of mirrored aviator-frame sunglasses he had on, making him look as though he came out of a 1980s cop drama.
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