I walked over to my leather briefcase on the floor by the bookcase.

I slid the blue legal folder into the narrow back compartment of the briefcase.

I turned the small brass key and locked it.

I walked into the Abernathy Capital conference room at nine the next morning.

Brenda Lawson was already sitting at the far end of the long mahogany table.

She had three separate county court dockets stacked in front of her.

“I pulled the financial filings for Kingsley Timber,” Brenda said.