EDMUND NELSON'S OFFICE
Edmund Nelson was at his desk when his secretary’s voice came over the intercom.
“Sir, you have a call from Richard Johnson.”
Edmund paused mid-task, his eyebrows lifting in mild surprise. “Hmm, transfer the call to me immediately,” he instructed, settling back into his chair. He muttered to himself as he waited for the line to connect, “So, Richard finally decides to reach out.”
Seconds later, Richard Johnson’s voice crackled through the phone, direct and smooth as always. “Edmund Nelson.”
“Richard Johnson,” Edmund replied, a hint of intrigue in his voice. “I must say, I’m surprised to hear from you.”
“You know me,” Richard responded with a slight chuckle. “I like to take my time.”
Edmund chuckled in return, leaning further back into his chair. “That’s true.
