Chapter 8
“Mr. Moore wants to see you.”
Nathan stopped himself from cringing and smiled at Valerie while he sorted through his mail in reception. It was three in the afternoon, and Nathan had gone for a walk to the first floor so he wouldn’t fall asleep on his desk. He had to get Fury interested in sleeping at night. At some point. Soon. Really.
“Does he?” Nathan asked.
Valerie nodded, hitting buttons. “Moore Agency, please hold. Yes, right away, Mr. Hunt.” Another button pushed. “Moore Agency, how may I direct your call?”
Nathan mouthed thanks and headed for the elevator, avoiding the sales floor. The strategy didn’t work. After the second turn, a heavy hand landed on Nathan’s shoulder. “There you are, asshole. Been looking for you.”
“Must be contagious,” Nathan said to Paul, who ma
