Chapter Thirteen
The waiting room in the bank was decorated in greys and blues. It reminded him of a blue jay’s egg, and the cool colors didn’t help to calm his nerves. He’d been seated and waiting for almost an hour, and the receptionist hadn’t looked up more than once since she’d started on her nails.
“Excuse me –”
The receptionist, Peggy according to her name tag, didn’t bother looking up from her filing and cuticle pushing. Whatever it was women did with their nails. “He’ll be with you shortly, sir. Please relax and enjoy a complimentary beverage.”
The complimentary beverages in question came from an espresso machine in the corner. Styrofoam cups were arranged around it in no apparent fashion. Trent wasn’t a snob, he’d already downed a cup of the stuff, but this treatment was a far
