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“Hello.”
“Good morning. Is this Miss Morgan?”
“Yes, it is.”
“This is Ron from the auto shop. I looked at your car, and I’m afraid it’s not good news. I can go over everything with you over the phone, or you can stop in. It’s your choice.”
I sighed. “I have an appointment this morning. I can stop by after.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be here all day.”
“Thanks, Ron. I’ll see you later.”
I knew it wasn’t going to be good news. Finnick had given me a lot of trouble over the past year, and the last mechanic who fixed him said it would be in my best interest to get a new car. Glancing at my watch, I grabbed my purse and headed out the door to meet the realtor.
“You must be Zoey Morgan.” The tall man in the dark gray suit smiled as I approached the building.
“And you must be Ed.” I shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You as well.” He stuck the key into the lock and opened the door to the shop.
Stepping inside, I looked around the space that was once a bakery. It was nice, and I could see myself being happy here.
“Here’s the listing with the monthly rent.” Ed handed me the white sheet.
I took one look and instantly knew the numbers were off.
“This isn’t right,” I said.
“Excuse me? It is correct.”
“No, it’s not.” My brow arched. “The price per square foot isn’t what was listed on your website two weeks ago, and the rent isn’t adding up.”
“I’m sorry, but that is what Sterling Capital has it listed as. Perhaps you misread.”
“Trust me. I didn’t misread anything. Please do me a favor and call Sterling Capital. Tell them it’s wrong, and they’ve made an error.”
Ed chuckled. “I’m afraid I can’t do that. If you’re not interested in the building, I understand.”
“Fine. I’ll call them myself. Thank you for showing me the space.” I walked out the door and heard Ed yell.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, lady!”
Rolling my eyes, I climbed into my rental, pulled my phone from my purse, and Googled Sterling Capital. Punching the address into the GPS, it was about thirty minutes away.
When the elevator doors opened to Sterling Capital, I was greeted by two large security guards.
“Can I help you, ma’am?” one of them asked.
“I need to speak with whoever is in charge of the property leasing.”
“Do you have an appointment?”
“No. Do I need one?” I cocked my head.
“Well, you just can’t barge in here demanding to speak with someone.”
The elevator doors opened, and a handsome man stepped out.
