James Rodriguez
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
Not even a hung.
I counted the seconds in my head.
42 to reach the penthouse.
The doors open to reveal a single receptionist at a glass desk.
The Los Angeles skyline spread out behind her through floor to ceiling windows.
Mr. Wilson is expecting you, Mr. Rodriguez.
She didn't look up from her screen.
Last door on the right.
I walked down a hallway lined with abstract art pieces that probably cost more than my annual income.
My boots were the only sound against the polished concrete floor.
The contrast between my weathered field jacket in this sterile environment wasn't lost on me.
The door stood open.
Ensor Wilson sat behind a desk made from a single slab of wood.
Inger stapled, watching me enter.
A man used to being the most important person in any room.
I'd seen his type before.
The kind who bought their way into danger, then paid others to get them out.
James Rodriguez.
He didn't stand punctual.
I appreciate that.