Chapter Nine

I finish my lemonade, but before I can even set the glass down, I have a fresh one.

When you are the only customer, the service is pretty amazing. It probably helps when the boss is flying with you, too.

Christopher finally finishes his business call. He looks to put the phone in a suit coat pocket, but since he's dressed casually, he has to adjust and put the phone in his pants. He looks awkward and annoyed.

“Sorry about that,” he says as if we didn't just have a forty-five minute interruption. “Business.”

“It's always business with you,” I reply.

“That's my lot in life.” He shrugs, but doesn't deny it. He motions to the file in my hands. “So, what do you think?”

“It looks like a great resort and hotel,” I tell him. “I'm not sure if it's a great price, though. I'm afraid I don't know what private islands are going for these days.”

“It's a seller's market,” he says with a shrug.

“If the amenities are what they claim to be, it could be a good investment. The nearby ecology sanc