Farle

his eyes widening at the sight of me st

extended my hand. "Mr. Hicks. Gannon Farley. Sorry

pot. He grabbed my hand, shaking it vigorously as he ushe

own the stairs. The moment she saw me, her face tr

" she exclaimed dramatically, as

, too jet-lagged to sleep, when I suddenly remembered a project a friend

n and Felecia were practically g

s had a sharp look, but the naked ambition in his eyes gave him

droned on about his "vision

ually, "but I'm more of a details guy. I prefer to see the raw data

. He immediately le

you don't mind. Mr. Hicks and I need to discuss some confidential busi

mplied, shutting

ibed it. My eyes immediately found the sa

alking, looking

book on the shelf, I moved to tha

fingers worked behind my back, spinning the dial on

inaudible cli

ument folder. I slipped the birth certificate

A worn teddy bear and a stack of yellowed, folded papers. I quickly stuf

bear and those faded letters told

belong in

my conversation with Delvin

excuses, promising to "seriou

orted me to the door,

saw a familiar Porsche roar up t

im

He was too late. He would a

the prospect of my investment. Their excitement would quickly turn to annoyance and contempt when

ng wheel. The teddy bear and the