Golden

Golden — page 5
The boss didn’t open the door his assistant did Because yes he was rich enough to have a live-in assistant Lewis Crake she smiled pronouncing every syl lable of my name Can I take your coat It’s the middle of July I pointed out I’m not wearing a coat Tea then Water would be fine Ice Sure Lemon Rachelle my boss laughed from somewhere else in the house Let the poor boy go Just come through to the main sitting area Lewis The inside was all white marble and glass and stunk of some artificial air freshener It was the type of place I imagined was freezing in the winter David Swierenga lounged on a clear plastic chair his bald forehead glinting in the sunlight He could’ve been anywhere between thirty-five and sixty-five 8