“I need it for a month. I’m importing some goods and need to store them on the wharf while I inspect them. That location is ideal and I want it. Tell the agent he can name his price.”
She frowned. “I’ll ask Mr. Davis if he has a moment.”
“You just do that.”
I sat down in one of the fake-tapestry upholstered chairs of the lobby. Kevin moved to stand beside me. I pretended he was a potted plant and flipped through a magazine listing extravagant homes for sale.
Mr. Davis did not keep us waiting long. “Ms. Rosenthal, what a pleasure to meet you. It seems there’s been some misunderstanding. That property is already occupied.”
“I need that one,” I whined.
“It isn’t available.”
“That’s the only one close enough to the dock where my aunt’s furniture will be coming in. I want it put directly
