Chapter 29

Oliver could already feel his hands getting sweaty and clammy, and he wiped them on the legs of his jeans before entering the factory through the visitor’s entrance, where there was a little lobby area, and a receptionist sat at a desk.

“Can I help you, sir?” She asked him in a cheerful voice.

“Yes, my name is Oliver Harris.” He showed the woman his FDA credentials. “I called the other day about performing an investigation.”

“Oh yes, Mr. Nickleby has been waiting for you.”

“He’s here?”

“When he received word that an investigation was being performed, he wanted to give you a tour of the factory himself to set your mind at ease.”

“Wonderful,” Oliver said before clearing his throat.

“Mr. Nickleby will be out shortly, please have a seat and I’ll let him know that you’re here.”

Oliver sat down in one of the chairs, taking a deep breath to compose himself.

Five minutes later, Frederick Nickleby entered the lobby. Oliver stood up, shaking the older man’s hand.