I didn’t touch the mug.

I turned to page two of the agreement.

“I want to make sure you’re taken care of,” Brandon said, pulling out the corner chair and sitting down across from me.

“I’m willing to write you in for a two percent non-voting partnership share in my commercial development firm.

Once the Ridgefield loan closes, those twelve condo lots in Oakridge are going to bring in six hundred thousand dollars a year in steady revenue.”

“The Ridgefield default deadline is November eighteenth,” I said.