Chapter 7Chad checked his appearance in the mirror, anxious over his important, upcoming meeting. Were his eyes betraying how nervous he felt, or did he portray a look of calm? He ran a hand through his hair, even more streaked with blond from the sun, smoothed down a stray strand and then gazed at the whole picture. He’d opted for a business suit, one of his stylish three-button Hugo Boss suits he’d had shipped from his studio apartment in New York. It was charcoal gray and he wore a dark-blue shirt and maroon-patterned tie. It felt strange to look so professional since he’d worn nothing but jeans and blazers to the Harte offices.
But he was selling Harte products today and as much as he hated to agree with Gus on the matter of dressing the part, he knew he had to step up. Ironically, th
