“Why?”
“I don’t know. It’s their stupid policy. Anyway, Momwas crying the whole way home. She’s really upset. You need to do something. She needs that dress. Believe me when I tell you, you’re the one who’s going to pay the price if she doesn’t get it.”
“There are a million bridal shops around the city. I’m sure another store will have it.”
“Kleinfeld’s is non-compete. The dresses they have there are one of a kind.”
“How bad was she crying?”
“Hard. I mean, really hard.”
“Finn, find out who owns the building for Kleinfeld’s.”
“On it. I’ll be right back.”
A few moments later, he stepped into my office. “Robert Durham.”
I picked up the phone, dialed Robert, and put him on speaker.
“Robert Durham.”
“Robert, it’s Weston Castile.”
“Weston, long time no talk. How are you?”
“I’m good. And you?”
“No complaints. What can I do for you?”
“You own the building where Kleinfeld’s is located, correct?”
“I do. Interested in buying it from me?”
I looked at Finn, and we both frowned.
“You’re selling?”
“Yeah. I’m selling all the buildings on that block. I’m surprised you didn’t hear.”
“I can’t say that I have. Why are you selling?”
“I’m retiring. The wife and I are moving to Hawaii to spend our golden years under the sun and salty air.”
“Congratulations. Sounds like a dream.”
“It truly is. Is that why you’re calling?”
“Well, it wasn’t, but now I’m interested.”
“The deal is for all the buildings on the block. I really want to get this taken care of before we move. I don’t want anything business hanging over my head.”
“Draw up the sales contract for all the buildings.”
“I haven’t even told you my price yet.” He laughed.
“I trust you, and you have yourself a deal. I just need one thing from you within the next ten minutes.”
“What’s that?”