Margaret took the pen from my hand, slid the page into a thick blue folder and squared the edges against her desk.

At ten past ten, the oak door swung open.

Brandon came in first, in his dark gray suit jacket and no tie.

Melissa trailed two steps behind him, arms folded tightly over a beige wool coat.

Neither of them glanced at me as they sat down across the conference table.

Margaret tapped her silver pen twice against her yellow legal pad.

“We’re here to go over the corporate assets of Mitchell Family Holdings,” Margaret said.