“I’d like to apologize about yesterday. About mistaking you for a client. I realize that wasn’t what you’d expected, and well… I’m sorry.” He pulls out the chair opposite my desk and sits down. Stretches out long legs in front of him. “I’m not,” he says. “You’re not?” “Like I said, it was enlightening,” he says and lets his gaze travel from mine to the pictures on the walls.
