“You didn’t say anything.” I would have expected a rock star to pitch a fit. Then I took a short breath and offered an apology. “I’m sorry. The coffee spill was my fault.”
He shrugged. “Not really. I bet if I’d been on time, it wouldn’t have happened. Anyway, not a big deal, but I wouldn’t mind drying off.”
“I’ll text you with some appointments for tomorrow. Sound okay?”
“Sounds great. Looking forward to it. I’d better, uh...” He gestured toward the door.
I followed him out and locked up behind us.
“I’m this way.” He jerked his head in the opposite direction from where I needed to go.
“I’m the other way. Drive safe. I’ll be in touch tomorrow.”
He nodded and headed up the street.
I watched him go until he was long out of sight. “Looking forward to it,” he’d said. He’d sounded like he meant it.
Weirdly, I kind of did too.
Chapter Five
Isettled in at mydesk the next morning and texted Miles that I wanted to check on the properties before I brought him to see them and set an appointment with him for Monday. I spent time on LoopNet checking out the spaces available and found some strong possibilities. None of them was perfect, but with a little imagination, each could be adapted to become a jazz club.
The rents would add up to a nice commission too. In fact, if Miles took any of these...
I opened my calculator app and ran the numbers.
“Well, well, well,” I said, leaning back in my chair.
“What’s up?” Dave asked from his desk a few feet from mine.
“Just realized that if my client takes any of the properties I’m going to show him, I’ll meet my quarterly goal.”
“Niiiiice.” That was from Donna who sat a few feet in the opposite direction. “You are en fuego this year.”
“I’m all about that life,” I said and laughed when Dave mimed making it rain with cash.
