God Complex

MARISSA

Frustrated over Layton’s attitude about Banks wanting to take credit for his design, I left the office after our meeting. The only good thing that had come out of the day was meeting Craig.

Layton talked to me about Craig sometimes and he mentioned him often. I knew Craig was not only Layton’s preferred contractor, but also his best friend.

Meeting him was a big deal for me, and I’d been nervous about it. But it turned out I didn’t have to be. Craig and I were on the same line of the same page about the Banks thing, and generally speaking, Craig seemed like a great guy.

I was surprised by how relaxed and easygoing he was. Before I got to know Layton, I wouldn’t have thought there was one easygoing bone in his body. I definitely wouldn’t have expected his best friend to be a guy like Craig.

He had an easy smile, could talk the ear off a donkey if he liked you it seemed, or listen seriously when the situation called for it. It didn’t hurt that he wasn’t an ugly guy either. In fa