The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children
His shoes were brand new.
Neither heel had a single scuff.
“Your lawyer looks pricey.
Four hundred an hour?”
“Four-fifty, actually.”
“And you’re an acquisitions analyst.
Fifty-hour weeks for a salary I wouldn’t get out of bed for.”
He pulled a leather folder from his jacket and opened it across his knee.