He reached up and straightened his silver tie bar with two quick fingers.

“You’re blowing off steam, Nathaniel.

My legal injunction on your project accounts was signed by a county magistrate on Monday morning.”

“Take the envelope, Arthur,” Nathaniel said.

“You have no legal standing to audit my subcontractors,” Arthur said, keeping his hands jammed deep in his coat pockets.

“You’ve got a disgruntled former worker and a yellow paper receipt that carries no weight in an administrative hearing.”

“The original green carbon duplicate book is sitting in a fireproof safe in my office,” Nathaniel said.