She was fifteen minutes early getting to the office on Tuesday. Not only was Julian already there, but a young man with a canvas bag was sitting in the reception area waiting for her.
“I’m so sorry I’ve kept you waiting,” Morgan apologized, assuming correctly he was Dale Critton, the ad respondent she was expecting today. “Are you comfortable showing me the items here on this counter or would you prefer to do it in the back?”
“Here is fine,” Dale said. “You must be Morgan Knight.”
Morgan mentally slapped herself. “Yes, I’m Morgan. Pleased to meet you.” She shook his hand. “I haven’t had my caffeine fix yet this morning so the part of my brain that controls my manners is apparently still sleeping.”
Dale laughed. “No worries, let me show you what I’ve got.”
Dale had acquired a silver ch
