I picked up my briefcase from the floor.

“I’m going to hear what he has to say,” I said.

Brenda opened her fountain pen cap with a sharp click and signed the bottom of the form.

She slid the heavy paper across her mahogany desk and lined it up with a stack of outgoing mail.

“The hotel operating entity will receive the master notice by courier on Monday morning,” Brenda said.

I adjusted the wedding ring on my left hand while I watched her file the carbon copy.