“I want to see Mr. Chase,” I told the receptionist half an hour later. I didn’t recognize her, nor any of the other employees in the outer office of Chase Construction and Management Corporation. Apparently Ken had made a complete housecleaning after the D.A. had settled for the younger of the two Chase brothers.
“Have you an appointment?”
“Yes,” I said softly. “I made it more than two years ago.”
Brown eyes widened. “Would that be Jason Chase, sir?”
“You’ve got it,” I admitted, then watched her flick the intercom nervously.
“It’s your brother!” she cried. “I mean, Mr. Jason Chase to see you, sir.”
I’ll grant him this—he didn’t make me cool my heels. A moment later I took a deep breath and opened the door marked KENNETH LAMAR CHASE, President.
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