Grant stepped out of the private inner office holding three blue cardstock project folders under his arm.

He signed his name on a yellow clipboard held by the delivery driver before turning toward her.

He checked the face of his platinum wristwatch before setting the blue folders down on the reception counter.

“You brought the coat,” Grant said.

“You left it draped over the back of the kitchen chair,” Caroline said.

“I had an early meeting with Arthur Vance downtown,” he said.

“I brought the registered letter that came to the flat this morning,” Caroline said, pulling the cream envelope from her coat pocket.