The afternoon light slanted through the front blinds.

We sat at opposite ends of the floral sofa.

Mark unzipped a dark leather portfolio he had left by the door.

He took out a glossy blue folder and set it on the coffee table between us.

“Look, Arthur, I brought the full ledger so we can put all doubts behind us,” Mark said.

He opened the cover.

Inside was a stack of pristine white documents.

He slid the top page toward me.