Chapter Seventy-One: Suspicion and Cold Feet

Celine I pulled up in front of the place where I had agreed to meet with the land owner. It was an upscale restaurant in the heart of town. The owner had good taste. I observed as I walked in through the doors. The doors chimed upon my entry, and I closed the door behind me, sweeping my gaze around the space for whom I had come for. I spotted him and made my way towards the table he was sitting at. He looked up as I approached him, his eyes narrowing. "Mr. Davies Croft?" I asked, stopping at the edge of the table. "Yes," he confirmed. "Director Celine Holden?" "I am." I offered my hand to him, and we both shook hands. We both took our seats, and a waiter came shortly after to take our orders. "Wine or cocktail?" The waiter asked. "Cocktail is fine," I told him while Mr. Croft requested for a serving of wine. The waiter left to have our orders processed, and I launched a conversation with Mr. Croft. "It's a huge pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Davies Croft." "My apolog