"Have you met her?" Arthur's voice at the other end of the line sounded tense.
"Yes." Carlson stood by the window, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, his reply terse.
"What do you think?" The simple response only heightened the tension in Arthur's voice.
"Well..." Carlson deliberately spoke slowly, as if in contemplation. He took a sip of coffee, letting the aroma fill his mouth before swallowing. With a smile, he finally said, "Excellent. Truly excellent."
A sigh of relief seemed to come from the phone.
"If you think you can foist just any i***t onto me, I won't hesitate to remind you of your childhood memories." Carlson's stern tone softened slightly. "But I'm very satisfied with her. You didn't make me go through this charade for nothing."
"Of course, Mr. Williamson." Relief wa
