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business website, and I must say
it doesn’t do you any justice.”
    My mouth dropped. “Mr. um…”
    “ Daniel Ross, but Daniel’s
fine.”
    “ Daniel,” I started uncomfortably.
How many of my not–so-ladylike hand gestures did he see? “Would you
like to move to a booth?”
    “ Not really. Mr. Whitman already
has his mind made up. After doing my research, I must say I agree.
We’ll be going with you. Now, that that is out the way, how about
joining me for a real drink?”
    I sat dumbfounded.
    He waved his hand, motioning for the bartender.
“I’d like a dirty martini. And, the lady…”
    “ The same.”
    The bartender took the order and walked away
from us. Over the course of two hours, I found out Daniel and I had
a lot in common. We exchanged numbers and began dating. A year and
a half later, we were married. Daniel had swept me off my feet, but
in the recent years, something was missing.
    I let go of those thoughts as I neared our
house. Daniel stood in the garage, waiting for me to pull in and
open my door. Always the gentleman. I had to prepare for a client
the next day, and Daniel had a late Skype conference call. So much
for finishing up later. I fell asleep before he even made it to the
bed.
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    “ Jennifer, Dolores Green is on the
line.” Kathy’s voice rang out of my speaker phone before sending
the call through.
    “ Hello, Dolores.”
    “ Jennifer, how are you,
darling?”
    I knew that tone. Dolores wanted something. She
was one of my better clients but always looked for extras in some
way. She paid for them, though, so I shouldn’t complain.
    “ Great, Dolores, what can I do for
you today?”
    My Facebook window sat open on Daniel’s page. I
noticed a new friend request but ignored it and focused on
Dolores.
    “ I need twenty thousand released. I
want to make an investment,” she said in her fake British
accent.
    I’d laughed when I found out Dolores had been
born and raised in Jonesboro, Arkansas. She moved up north for
college and met her husband. His entire family was in the banking
industry. She made a complete transformation from a country
bumpkin. When her husband passed at an early age twenty years
prior, she’d fared well. She returned to the south and reinvented
herself.
    “ It’s your money. You may do as you
please. I’d like to know what the investment is for, though.” This
was how I handled all of my clients. I affirmed their money was
theirs yet made sure they informed me of their intent so I could
guide their hand. This stopped them from feeling like they had to
request permission from me.
    “ A dear friend of mine’s son is
starting his own business, and he needs startup money. He came to
me because he wanted me in on his great deal. I’m assured we’d make
a lot of money,” she gushed.
    “ And what is this business?” I held
my breath.
    “ He wants to start a life insurance
company.”
    Red flags went off in my head. Unlicensed sales
and internet scams were at the top for senior citizens. Not to
mention the numerous unsolicited emails I received, trying to offer
me a great sales position as an agent due to my resume, a resume
I’d never submitted or was on any career site for them to have
reviewed. “Does he have a broker license or any history working
with an insurance company? Also did he or your friend contact
you?”
    “ I’ve been friends with Gloria now
for over thirty-two years. I know all her boys, but as I recall,
it’s been years since I’ve seen Chris. He contacted me by phone the
other day. I don’t know anything about licensing or things of that
nature.” Her usually cheery voice took on a defensive
undertone.
    “ Dolores, I tell you what. Let me
do a bit of research and get back to you on this one.”
    My hands sped across my keyboard. I started the
internet search almost before we said our goodbyes. I assumed
Colver was Chris’s last name, like his mother’s. In less than
fifteen minutes, his rap sheet