Raphael
“I promise you, you won't be sorry." I reassured.
"No need to make promises. Just make sure you’re good to my boy." Mr. McCormick stated.
"Oh, no need to worry about that, Mr. McCormick."
"I look forward to doing business with you, Mr. Lahsen."
"The feelings mutual." We exchanged a firm handshake.
Mr. McCormick and his son stood simultaneously. I stand as well. A professional habit I learned from my grandfather.
"I'll walk you out." I followed behind the McCormicks and made small talk as we made our way down to the lobby.
"Mr. Lashen, are you leaving for the night?" Christina asked as we passed the front desk. She stopped whatever she was doing on her computer and looked up at us waiting on my answer.
"Yep. You should be heading home soon, too." I responded politely.
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