"Hi, is Amanda there?" A man's voice was heard over the phone. 

"I'm sorry you have the wrong number." My boss answered. 

"There are properties in Chicago for sale." The response came back on the other line. Then dial tone. 

Being so close to my boss, I watched him pick up checks from people all day. I didn't think much of it. Most of the time it was him at the printers collecting manila folders and boxes of unsigned contracts. Yet what really struck me was when he parked in between the tax collector and police station. He walked out wearing a t-shirt and jeans, not exactly something I thought one would wear at the tax collector. I felt a little embarrassed at the idea that I was there. The lady came out to fix the doorway, I could feel her eyes on me. Keep your eyes low. 

He walked around like he ran everything. I didn't want to know that he did. As we drove off he magically made me laugh, again and again, he passed by an apartment building.

"Should I buy that?" He asked me. I looked out the window to the enormous apartment building on the hill. 

"It looks expensive." I blurted out. He said nothing. Then we ended up in another city where he was to sign a contract with someone.