George Brought a Sealed Legal Folder to His Son’s Wedding in an Atlanta Hotel

“I will review the line items tonight,” I said.

Douglas leaned forward, resting his heavy elbows on the pine desk.

“Do not overthink it, George.

Just send the wire.”

I stood up from the leather guest chair.

I did not tell him the money would wait until I understood the routing.

At three o’clock that afternoon, I walked across the polished travertine floor of the Crown Plaza Hotel lobby in downtown Atlanta.

The ceiling rose three stories high, hung with huge crystal fixtures.