Chapter Three
He remembered the Indian geek from his short spell at the finance company owned by Lena’s father.
A company he was re-visiting for the first time since his less than lamented departure a few years before and a dork with big-teeth who couldn’t have been ninety-five pounds dripping wet.
That company being the one her father had passed on to Lena when the emphysema exaggerated by the old man’s reliance on tobacco refused to let his lungs process what they needed most.
And a finance company that Lena had subsequently sold.
To, it appeared, the five-foot nothing, twenty-something geek with the specs and overbite who now sat behind her father’s desk, kitted-out in a designer-suit that he managed to make look like any other off-the-rack piece of crap.
“I imagine you are surpri
