[ Bronxville, Greystone & Ford Law Firm ]
It was exactly 10 a.m. in the morning. The workers were scampering here and there, going about their work with utmost seriousness.
The glass doors to the reception opened, and Reynaldo walked in, dressed finely in a fitted suit. He had his glasses on as he walked quickly, a suitcase in his hand.
“Good morning, sir,” a worker greeted, but he barely heard. The man watched him go before calling again, “Sir…” he said more loudly.
Reynaldo stopped in his tracks and turned around to face him.
His brow raised. “David?” he said in surprise.
“You work here now?” he asked, moving closer, and David nodded.
“Yes, brother—”
“Not here,” Reynaldo said, cutting him off. He looked around cautiously to see if anyone heard.
“What? You don't want anyone to kn
