Checking for him, of course. Sunlight bounced off the New York skyline and splashed across the table of the Excorp boardroom, while an annoying cadre of lawyers grinned at her from the other side. Everyone loved a closing. They would do a final read-through of the documents, put pen to paper half a dozen times, and the deal would be done. The only thing missing now was The Slayer. Jerry Tollefson drummed his fingers on the table next to her. For all his talk of becoming a millionaire and flying to Maui, he had been strangely subdued during the trip to New York. Technix was the first company he’d started, and selling had to be difficult. She stared glumly at a broken fingernail and fought the urge to bite it. Not exactly professional, biting one’s fingernails during a business meeting. She put her hands in her lap instead, then leaned over to her briefcase and pulled out her BlackBerry to check her messages. Two weeks had passed since she’d seen him, and her level of anxiety over this moment had been rising ever since.
