Vivian arrived at my office the next afternoon, before we had decided whether to contact her.

My receptionist called to say she was downstairs and demanded an appointment.

Anita advised me to keep the conversation witnessed and brief.

Vivian entered in a tailored cream suit and placed a thick envelope on the conference table.

“I hear you’re revisiting some old arrangements,” she said.

“I’ve found a letter addressed to me that you kept from me,” I replied.

Her composure slipped for half a second.