It had absolutely no legal place on a commercial real estate contract for land in Denver.

Caldwell realized what had fallen.

He leaned far over the armrest and snatched the paper off the floor himself.

He shoved the stamped document back into the manila folder.

He closed the folder, but the top edge of the stamped page was still visible against the brown cardboard.

“Pay attention to what you’re doing,” Caldwell hissed at David.

“My apologies, Mr.

Caldwell,” David said, his eyes darting toward me for a split second.