Keisha, my receptionist stuck her head in the door. “There is a Dr. King here to see you.”
“Oh, send him in.”
I hadn’t seen Kent in a few months. He worked for the Department of Health, and I took care of their payroll. We’d met when he first started with the city and only saw each other occasionally when he had an issue with his budget. Normally he would take care of most problems over the phone or through email, so I wondered what could be the problem.
“Griffin, it’s great to see you.” Kent said, shaking my hand. He dropped a file bulging with receipts on my desk and sat across from me. “Usually I’d get someone else to drop these off for me, but I have an ulterior motive.”
“Oh? And what’s that?” I opened the file and was pleased to see they were in something that resembled order, unl
