Anderson
The office was cold, colder than I expected for a room flooded with natural light. Davis’s team had already arranged everything, his sleek leather chair at the head of the long polished table, an expensive coffee spread waiting for us, and the light sound of air conditioning filling the silence.
I stepped into the room, straightening my jacket. Davis turned his head slowly, as if he had known I was coming before the door even opened.
“Anderson,” he greeted, rising from his seat. His handshake was firm, almost too firm, and his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Davis,” I replied. “I hope your trip here was pleasant.”
“Oh, very much so,” he said, motioning for me to take a seat. “DC is always full of opportunity, wouldn’t you agree?”
I nodded, leaning back in my ch
