Where Mendoza Development had once kept its glass-fronted executive suites, new banners hung over the stone archways.

A cooperative of local weavers had opened their showroom in the front bay, and a family-owned ceramics studio was setting up display shelves in the unit next door.

“The tenants signed their five-year leases this morning,” Samuel said, stopping by the central stone fountain.

“They’re paying fair market rent straight into the trust account.”

“And the corporate lease default?” I asked.

Samuel took a single printed sheet from his folder and handed it to me.