Sean would not let fear, nerves, or anxiety deter him. He knew if he could act the part, he could be the part. So he strode up to Josh Tyler’s building, passing the taxis and cars gathered under the portico and its wide curving drive, and pushed through the revolving doors without hesitation. He marched up to the desk he had been at the night before, smiling. He was grateful there was a different doorman on duty, this one younger and African American.
“Good morning, sir. May I help you?”
Even though his heart pounded so hard in his chest it threatened to break through the wall of muscle surrounding it, Sean made his voice even and slow, forcing himself to breathe and speak as though he did this every day of his life.
“Yes. I’m here to see Josh Tyler. My name is Rory Kemper. He’s expecti
