QUALITY OF LIFE
The man who came into my office was upset. Of course, everyone who came to see me was. If they weren’t, there’d be no reason for them to procure my services. This guy was middle-aged, a little on the short side, balding, and wore thick glasses. I got the impression he was pretty nervous when he came in. His voice was shaking as he greeted me.
“Have a seat, Mr…”
“Edwards,” he said, taking the chair directly across from my desk. “Nathan Edwards.”
“I got your name from my friend, Mi—”
“Won’t do any good to give me his name. I’ll neither confirm nor deny that I know the person. I protect the identity of all my clients. I’m sure you understand, considering the nature of my business.”
“Of course.”
“Good. And of course, the same will go for you as well. No one will ever kno
