He recovered instantly, letting out a loud laugh.

“George,” Douglas said.

“I didn’t see you sneaking around the parking deck.”

He leaned against the trunk of the luxury sedan and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I was just checking the loading zones for the caterer,” I said.

“We finalized the pastry order.”

Douglas nodded and looked over my shoulder toward the elevators.

“Good, good,” Douglas said.