She had her designer purse on the empty chair beside her.

Brandon sat next to her, looking exhausted and pale under the bright fluorescent lights.

He was tapping his foot steadily against the metal table leg.

Douglas smiled broadly when he saw me walk across the thick carpet.

“George, it’s good to see you being reasonable,” Douglas said.

He swirled a glass of ice water as if it were expensive scotch.

“I assume you brought the trust transfer paperwork for the venue.”