I took the high-backed leather chair behind the wide oak desk while Samuel lined up three bound ledgers along the edge of the blotter.

The heavy oak door opened without a knock, and Oscar Garza stepped into the office holding a sleek leather briefcase.

Oscar stopped short in the middle of the carpet, his eyes moving from Samuel to me in sudden, sharp confusion.

“Elena?” Oscar asked, tapping his brass fountain pen against his palm as his eyebrows drew together.

“What is this?

This compliance meeting was scheduled with the property’s main landlord.”

“I am the property’s main landlord,” I said in a low, calm voice.