Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 10

I pulled up outside of Todd's office in Torrance. It was a white single-story structure with a polished marble front, terra cotta roof tiles, and palm trees that lined the cobblestone path all the way to the French doors, which had a single pane of glass in each, encased by a cedar wood frame. Through the glass I saw a cute little redhead seated behind the reception desk. She couldn't have been more than 18 years old. She was laughing and chatting on the phone. She eyed me up as I walked down the path and through the doors...