Wednesday: March 17, 2027
8:00 AM; CHESTERWICK, SULLIVAN LAW FIRM, ADAM SULLIVAN’S OFFICE
“Jesus Christ!” Adam exclaimed as he stepped into his office. He leaned back against the wall, a hand over his heart. “Pardon me. You scared the shit outta me.”
“I apologize, Mister Sullivan,” Bo said.
“How’d you get in here?”
“Your assistant let me in to wait for you.”
Adam let out a heavy breath and pushed himself away from the wall. “What do you want, Mister Austen?” he asked.
“I’d like to talk about your offices.”
“What about them?” Adam asked, dropping his suitcase to his desk as he sat down.
“I’d like to offer a suggestion to move somewhere new,” Bo said. “There’s an office building in Stokely. It’s bigger than this place, newer. You’d have a bigger personal office there. The overhead would be much cheaper in Stokely, even for a bigger building,” he said.
“Is this so your friend can move back to Clinstone?” Adam questioned.
“Ah, you got me,” Bo said, smiling faintly. “But it’s better for you, too.”
“Cheaper overheads, again. A new building would also lose ties to your brother and everything he did. This place was his, Mister Sullivan, originally, anyway. Moving to a new location could help rid you of any extra bad connotations. You might even bring in new clients,” Bo said.
“Where’s the building? What’s it look like?” Adam asked. Bo set a small stack of photos on the desk, which Adam promptly flipped through. “It’s nice. Beautiful architecture.”
“It’s one of the nicest buildings in Stokely,” Bo said. “I have the sellers on standby, Mister Sullivan, but I need a decision today.”
Adam flipped through the pictures again, nodding. “Yes, do it. I’ll move.”
Bo smiled. “Thank you, Mister Sullivan. Honestly.” Adam only nodded.
11:35 AM; CLINSTONE POLICE STATION, LIEUTENANT JACOB MASON’S OFFICE
Bo sat in front of Jacob’s desk, one ankle crossed over the opposing thigh, his right hand wrapped around his ankle. Jacob tapped a key on his laptop’s keyboard before lifting his sapphire blue eyes to the blonde’s face. “What’s up, Blondie?”
“I got Sullivan to switch firms,” Bo said. “He’ll be moving to Stokely. It’ll be a few months yet. They need to do a bit of reconstructing inside the building, change some offices around, so it’ll be a few months, but I got him to move. You guys… can come back to Clinstone.”
Jacob grinned. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” he asked.
Bo chuckled softly. “I’ve been made aware,” he assured.
“Thank you, Bo. Seriously, thank you,” Jacob said.
Bo nodded. “It’s my pleasure, Jake. Believe me, I’d like to have you back in Clinstone, too,” he said.
Jacob snorted. “Of course you do. I’m amazing,” he said.
Bo rolled his eyes. “That’s one word for it.”
“Come on. Let’s get your hubby and go out for lunch,” Jacob said. “Consider it a celebration of my returning home,” he said.
Bo laughed softly, pushing himself to his feet. “I’d like that. I’ll tell Jens we’re heading out in… five?”
“Works for me.”
“Great.” Bo headed for the door, stopping as soon as his hand touched the doorknob. “I know it’ll be a few months, but I’ll be more than happy to throw a welcome home party when you get a house here again,” he said.
“Help me find the best kitchen in Clinstone.”
Bo snorted, quickly following the sound with a chuckle. “Will do, Jake. You have my word. Only the best kitchen for my bestie.”
“Gah, I love you, brother,” Jacob said.
Bo smiled before pulling open the door. “I love you, too, Jake. See you in five.”
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