“Thanks a lot for your help, Reggie,” Beau said, hanging up his cell phone. With a satisfied smile, he stared out the window at the fabulous view of Chicago for a few minutes. Finally, everything was starting to come together.

A light knock on his door let him know Emily had arrived to get him for his meeting. “Come in,” he said, still smiling.

Emily breezed in the door, holding the files he’d be needing. “Good morning, Beau. Here are the reports you asked for and—what has gotten into you?” She stopped, staring at him, her eyes wide as she giggled at him.

“Huh? Oh, nothing. I just… got some...