“Winston, this is Ted Davis, my newest discovery and addition to our stable,” Trace said as he and Ted entered the room.
Winston rose from his seat and came around his desk to receive the patented Trace Morrison greeting.
“You take good care of him and then take him up to Chris for his photo shoot.”
“Sure, Trace,” Winston said with a broad smile.
“I’ll leave you to it then.” Trace gave his signature hug and peck on the cheek to each of the men before leaving.
“Have a seat, Ted. Can I get you anything?” Winston offered as he walked to his desk and picked up a laptop computer.
“Coffee if you’ve got it handy.” Feeling more relaxed, Ted sat in one of the overstuffed chairs and looked around the room.
“Sure thing. How do you like it?”
“Black is fine.”
Ted watched Winston as he walked o
