“Officer Ramirez verified the formal land deed and the legal trespass order this morning,” Marcus said.

“It’s stamped by the district magistrate.”

“Keep it inside the leather sleeve,” I told him.

“She’ll see the official seal when you open the ledger.”

“Will Mr.

Ortiz stand at the gate with me?” Marcus asked.

“Samuel will wait on the upper terrace with the corporate files,” I said.

“The gatehouse is where reality meets them first.”