“It creates a liability shield.”
He smiled.
“It protects both of us.”
Then he reached into the briefcase.
Pulled out a new packet of documents.
Placed a silver pen beside them.
“I already had the transfer deed drafted.”
He tapped the signature line.
“All I need is your signature.”
Then:
“And we lock in our financial security for the next decade.”
I slowly walked over.
Looked down.
His corporate seal appeared at the bottom.
Then I noticed another name.
Listed as senior vice president and co-owner.
Celeste.
The woman from the airport.
I pointed at it.
“Celeste.”
Adrian’s shoulders stiffened.
“I don’t remember you mentioning her.”
He recovered almost immediately.
“Oh.”
“Celeste is a consultant.”
“A consultant?”
“Junior corporate strategist.”
He shrugged.
“Her name has to be on some filings for tax reasons.”
I looked at him.
“A junior consultant.”
“Yes.”
“Interesting.”
I tilted my head.
“Is that why she puts her arms around your waist?”
