George Brought a Sealed Legal Folder to His Son’s Wedding in an Atlanta Hotel
I stepped into his office.
The room smelled of strong coffee and lemon floor wax.
A large security monitor on the wall showed nine different camera feeds of the hotel corridors.
I opened my leather briefcase and pulled out the master lease enforcement order.
It bore the raised corporate seal of Abernathy Capital Investments.
I placed the document flat on his glass desk.
Mr.
Vance read the first paragraph, and his posture straightened.