“He’s an accountant?” Jon said when he saw the sign on the door of the company where Grant worked.
“Why are you surprised?” Brody asked.
Jon shrugged. “From what little I remember of him, he didn’t seem the type. You know, buttoned-down and serious.”
“I bet most accountants aren’t, in real life. They’re merely people who are good with numbers and can make money juggling them for their clients.”
They went into the waiting room for what turned out to be a suite of offices, each one with a name on the door. Grant’s was halfway down the long hallway.
“Very…staid,” Jon commented.
“I think accountants have to make it seem as if they have propriety and dignity if they’re going to impress the people who hire them.”
“I guess, but there aren’t even any pictures on the walls.”
Brody shrugged
