INTERVIEW
The sign on the side of the building was small and barely noticeable. Almost insignificant, like the building itself. Nondescript. It was adhered to one of the older buildings in town that had been renovated before its new occupants moved in.
Dane stared at the wordage. RALL RENTALS. Not something big and elaborate. The two words gave no clue as to what kind of rentals it represented, and maybe that was a good thing. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the old-fashioned revolving glass door and walked inside.
The entrance, however, was vast. The ceiling arched overhead to a cathedral-shaped dome surrounded by a circle of huge windows at the top that allowed the sunlight to stream inside. A curved desk sat on the opposite side of the room. Behind it was a middle-aged man who
