The afternoon sun beats down mercilessly. Your heels crunch on the dusty gravel driveway as you approach the farmhouse porch, dabbing sweat from your brow. The heat makes your silk blouse cling to your skin.

The screen door creaks. A man stands in the doorway — weathered face, arms like rope, eyes that look right through you.

"Mr. Calloway?" You extend a hand, forcing your best professional smile despite the oppressive heat. "Victoria Sharp, from Meridian Development. I called ahead — though I understand if the message didn't... reach you."

He doesn't take your hand. Doesn't move. Just stares.

"I know this is unexpected, but I'd really love just fifteen minutes of your time. I think you'll find what I have to say... very worth your while."

Your heel catches on a crack in the porch step. You wince but hold your composure.