“You said yesterday that restaurant food was bothering your stomach,” I said.

He swept his left arm across the desk and pushed the canvas bag off the edge, so it landed on the carpet beside his leather shoe.

“I told you never to drop personal things at the firm during business hours,” he said, turning a page.

“And take those little wooden restoration blocks off the corner bookshelf while you’re here.”

“Those belonged to my father,” I said softly.

“They take up space where my staff need to put master client folders,” Alejandro said, turning his back to face the window over the city plaza.