ARTHUR
“What if he doesn’t like me, man?” I asked Mike on the phone while standing in front of my mirror, hoping I looked casual enough.
My reflection wasn’t helping. Every time I looked up, I found something else to fix. The shirt. My hair. Something.
This was ridiculous, considering I was a grown man who negotiated million-dollar deals without breaking a sweat. Somehow, spending an afternoon with a child had me feeling like I was about to walk into a firing squad.
About my outfit, I wore a knitted white tee and black jeans… nothing serious at all.
Evelyn had specifically asked that I didn’t look like a snob, so I couldn’t even drive straight to the meeting point immediately after work.
The suit I’d worn to the office was hanging over a chair in the corner. Apparently, looking like
