��������He sighed, placing his own cutlery down. ��I��m sorry. I don��t mean for it to sound like I��m quizzing you on anything.�� Lifting his napkin from his lap, he dabbed the corner of his mouth with it, before placing it back down and reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket. Pausing, he seemed to scan over something in his mind, before continuing what he was doing. ��Here,�� he voiced, passing me a business card. ��This company will be hiring soon.��
��������Taking it from him, I scanned the name of the company which was scrolled in gold lettering on a navy-blue card. ��Morgan Estates?�� I read aloud. ��How do you know that my life haul would involve looking for a new job?��
����������Because that��s usually a starting point for a lot of people. You said you were an estat
