The man was a clone. He had to be. Or a missing twin. The man was the spitting image of Eliot. It took him a minute or two to adjust, something that the other man would have clearly have noticed. Nathan cursed himself inwardly for letting himself slip.
"Sorry, I assumed I would be meeting Mr. Byrd. Uh... Nate," he said in a rather confused tone. His hand stuck out and he shook the other man's hand. He tried to give a firm handshake. He had to get his head back in the game.
"So, uh, did he tell you a little about the office? Or are we both seeing it for the first time," he joked.