Brenda typed a few lines into the banking system.

“I can reserve the private mahogany conference room for ten o’clock Monday morning,” Brenda said.

“Will that work for your legal counsel?”

“That’s exactly what I need,” I said.

The office door clicked open, and Carl Gable walked in carrying his black leather briefcase.

He sat down in the chair next to me.

“Are we set with the branch manager?” Carl asked.

“We have the room booked for Monday at ten,” I said.