Chapter 16
I called Tim the next morning and we met for lunch at his hotel.
“Well, Ms. Anthony,” he said.
“Chris.”
“Well, Chris, you seem to have this island in the palm of your hand. I’ve been hearing so many good things about you, I feel like I’m sitting here with Wonder Woman.”
“You’re not, Mr. Coulter.”
“Tim.”
I smiled. “I’m not used to all this flattery that’s been thrown my way these past three weeks. I play cello. That’s all.”
“Yes, I’ve heard you’re a cello player, that’s why I wanted to talk to you. Triple A provides models and spokespeople for advertisements and trade show representation. I have a client who’d looking for a new, fresh face, who is a musician, for a new advertising campaign.”
I looked over at Car.
“May we ask what the company is?” she asked.
“I’m sorry,
