Page 187 of The Last Good Man

Her eyes hover over my face and hair.

“Oh. You did it,”shesays, realizing my hair looks different.

“Yes. I went for a more reddish brown shade. You like it?”

“It’s perfect.”

Someone knocks on the open door, requesting her assistance.

“Go,” I say as she gets ready to spin away.

“Breakfast?” she asks on her way out.

“Maybe later. I had something to eat.”

No, I did not. But I don’t feel like eating.

“You know what? Order something, just in case.”

“Will do,” she says and exits my office.

Alone, I claim my seat behind the desk and peer outside.

The view is magnificent, a reminder ofhow successful I have beenat climbing the corporate ladder.

And yet…

I never thought there was life behind these walls. And I never believed life could be so disruptive.

My hand goes to my purse when Mina enters my office again without knocking.

“Your food will be here shortly,” she says as I swivel with my chair to face her. “And I have three apartment viewings scheduled for tomorrow.”

My eyebrows push up.

“So quickly?”

“Yes. I emailed you a list of properties in case you want to check them before going there to see them.”

“Okay,” I say, my curiosity ignited. “Anything else?”

Her eyes linger on my face.

“What is it?” I ask again.

A small smile tilts her lips.

“There is something about you. Has something happened to you?”

I shrug.

“I don’t know. No?”

“You look good,” she says again, smiling, and I shoo her away. “Go back to work. You’re kissing my butt, and I don’t like it.”

She chuckles.

“It’s true,” she says.

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