Brandon Whitcomb Asked for a Divorce Before the Sun Came Up, but One Bank Document Turned Everything Around
The office was silent except for the hum of the lamp.
Arthur set the emergency motion in front of me.
“Sign the verification page.”
I signed it with his silver Parker pen.
The pen was heavier than I had expected.
He clipped the ledger pages to the motion and slid the whole stack into my leather briefcase.
“Tomorrow morning at nine,” he said.
“Tomorrow at nine o’clock.”