Brenda reached back into the blue legal folder.

She pulled out a thick contract bound with black legal tape.

She dropped it onto the table with a heavy thud.

“We also hold the master commercial lease on your Savannah timber warehouse, Douglas.”

Douglas uncrossed his arms and leaned forward.

He stared at the bound file without blinking.

“You bought my warehouse debt?”

“We acquired the property trust six months ago,” I said.