Nathan
“Nathan, I need to speak with you in private. Now.”
Dan stood in front of me on the porch, a manila envelope tucked under his arm. I wasn’t expecting him to stop by, and we didn’t have another association meeting scheduled for the next two weeks.
“Dan,” I said, still a bit too shocked to let him in. “What brings you here?”
He held up the envelope. “Can we speak in your study?”
“Uh—yes, sorry,” I said, stepping aside to let him in.
When he stepped into the foyer, he paused for a moment, looking around. I closed the door behind him and then led him over to my study—a small, cozy room situated toward the back of the house, with a large bay window overlooking the ocean.
Once we were alone, I turned and shuffled some papers around on my desk. I had been messy
