It wasn’t exactly lying, just not telling the whole truth. He knew Max was still my client but I didn’t think he’d exactly appreciate me going over to his condo for a meeting so I just stayed quiet on that part. Max Green lived in a high-rise condo in Lincoln Park. It was the kind of place I dreamed of living in. It had everything: a doorman, a view that looked over the city, gym, swimming pool, and a price tag that was at least five times my yearly salary. A girl could dream, couldn’t she? I got out of the taxi and felt like a high-priced call girl no matter how well I was dressed in my gray skirt suit. I would have worn pants, but it was an unseasonably warm spring day and wearing a suit itself was a stretch, but I didn’t want to wear a dress or anything else and give Max the wrong idea of what I was there for. A gentleman stood at the front door and nodded to me as I approached. “I’m here to see Maxwell Green.
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