The receptionist had already left for the day.

David unlocked the glass double doors himself.

He had on a crisp white shirt and no suit jacket.

He walked us down the carpeted hall to his big corner office above the street.

He offered us bottled water from a little fridge behind his desk.

“No, thank you, David,” I said.

“We’ve got a serious problem.”

I put my phone down on his mahogany desk.