It took careful scheduling, but you were able to make progress on your research with Gabriel. You'd happily be catching up on everything, but instead you're spending your Tuesday morning outside the building that Winfield Phillips wants to buy. The councilperson's supposed to show you the building while you discuss the deal.
You check the time. Seven thirty-five. The councilperson's ten minutes late.
There's no way you're wasting any more time waiting. Back to school it is.
You don't get more than three steps down the sidewalk before a white panel van pulls into a parking spot in front of the building. The driver steps out, squints into the morning sun, and waves in your direction. "You Bomomsay Clestenrogo?" they ask.
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