Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
The woman in the navy blazer opened the portfolio and turned a single sheet of paper toward Nicole. Nicole did not read it thoroughly; she simply signed the bottom with a quick, practiced motion.
The woman took the paper back, slid it into an envelope, and stood up to leave.
Nicole remained at the table, her hand resting on her face-down phone. She did not look around the room, keeping her eyes fixed on the empty chair across from her.
I stayed in the corner booth, waiting until she paid the bill and walked out toward the parking lot.
The twenty-five dollar parking fee at the downtown garage seemed like a small price to pay to watch her from a distance, even if it made me feel like a thief in my own life.
I met Brandon back at the RiNo office at half past four, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across his drafting table. He was holding his heavy brass pen, tapping it against his palm.
“She met someone at the country club,” I said, closing the door behind me. “A woman with a legal portfolio.”
