Brian’s tall frame slunk into the partner’s office. The door closed behind him. This was odd because our tax partner, Elliot Jamison, had left for lunch ten minutes ago. Brian always seemed to carry the look of someone up to no good—large expressive eyes, dreadlocks, and a half-smile. Really more of a smirk than a smile. Less than five minutes later, Brian slipped into the small office we shared and shut the door. Continue reading →