Brandon shifted his weight on the wooden chair and leaned forward with his forearms on his knees.

“It’s standard corporate cleanup, Avery.

We want to buy out your small fifteen percent share so you don’t carry any personal tax exposure going forward.”

“What’s the buyout figure?” I asked.

“Twenty thousand dollars,” Victoria said, her tone smooth and measured.

“Paid in cash, wired straight to your personal bank account by three o’clock this afternoon.”

I pulled the folder onto my lap and opened the front cover.

“And what am I signing in exchange for twenty thousand dollars?” I asked.