A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

“Glad you could make it.”

“Thank you, Benjamin,” I said, keeping my hand on Mia’s shoulder.

“We are looking at new office space in Columbus,” Benjamin said, taking a sip of his drink and adjusting his watch again. “Harold wants to expand, but he has been distracted lately. I need him focused.”

“He has been busy,” I said.

“He has,” Benjamin continue reading …