Mark looked at Brenda.

His polite act hardened into something sharp and ugly.

“Call bank security,” Mark said.

“I’m being harassed by my father-in-law.

Get these people out of my meeting.”

Brenda stepped away from the table.

She stood quietly against the back wall with her arms crossed over her blouse.

Carl unlatched his briefcase and took out a thick stack of papers stapled at the top corner.