“I was about to say the same to you. I didn’t learn about this meeting until earlier this morning.”
His mouth tightened. “If that’s true—”
“If?”
He shied back. “That is—”
“What Chester means to say,” a middle-aged, chicly dressed woman said, “is that we’ll look into Ms. Dashwood’s actions. If she doesn’t have a valid excuse, then we here at Aspen Reach will not be dealing with her agency again. Now, if you’ll have a seat, Mr. Vincent? This shouldn’t take too long.”
It didn’t. They were impressed with my references not only from Huntingdon but from the managers of the apartments where I’d supposedly lived in Boston, and from friends and family as well.
“We’ll need to get in touch with the people listed on these references, but that’s really just a formality. Welcome to Aspen Reach, Mr
