“You don’t touch my legal work files.”

“Why would a corporate restructuring file have a court docket number from four years ago?”

David tapped his gold wedding band on the decorative glass frame of the wall mirror, four sharp taps like little stones hitting a windowpane.

“I handle executive liabilities for the regional district,” he said.

“It’s my job to clean up old corporate debts.”

“Does that court docket show forty-four thousand dollars?”

“Don’t you ever ask me about my files again,” he whispered.