Chapter 7
Thursday
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Myers,” the receptionist at Cosantóirí LLC said when he arrived at ten minutes to two. “Right this way, please.”
Hank followed her down the hall to an empty conference room.
“Mr. Jones will be right with you. Can I get you anything? Coffee?”
“I’m good, but thanks.”
She softly shut the door on her way out, and Hank took a seat and settled in to wait. His phone pinged and he glanced at it.
Good luck! - Annie.
Hank sighed softly as he wrestled with his first instinct to respond to her, then thought better of it and turned off his phone instead.
Better for her this way, he rationalized. Safer. At least until all this is over. I’ll just have to beg forgiveness later.
At two o’clock on the dot, Allen Jones, the founder and CEO of the priv
