The sedan pulled into the parking lot of Chen & Associates at exactly 9:58 AM. Nathan stepped out, straightening his leather jacket. Through the glass walls, he could see Raymond pacing near the reception area, a leather folder tucked under one arm.
The agent spotted Nathan immediately and met him at the door, relief evident on his face. "Mr. Hunt, I was getting worried. Is everything alright?"
"Let's talk inside," Nathan said.
Raymond led him back to the private office, closing the door behind them. Papers were spread across the desk—contracts, title documents, disclosure forms. Everything ready for Nathan's signature.
But Raymond didn't move toward the desk. Instead, he studied Nathan's face with the same careful assessment he probably used when evaluating properties. "You look like
