“Your colleague from your firm?” I asked.

“He does contract law,” Mark said, unclipping a silver pen from his shirt pocket and laying it across the top page.

“It’s completely straightforward.

You sign the bottom line on page three, I hand you the envelope, and we shake hands.”

“I’m going to read it first,” I said.

“We don’t have all day,” Mark said, his fingers twitching toward his tie again.

“Vanessa and I have an appointment with a kitchen remodeling contractor at two o’clock.”