Arthur reached out with a stiff hand and took the white paper, his silver tie bar catching the overhead fluorescent light.

Two state officers in dark gray suits came out of the stairwell door behind the elevators, holding leather credential folders open in their hands.

“Arthur Vance?” the lead officer asked, stopping right beside the marble drinking fountain.

The officer unfolded two official white documents bearing the state seal and handed them to Arthur’s shaking hands.

“We’re serving you with formal statutory citations for fraudulent payroll practices and unlawful worker displacement,” the officer said.

Arthur stood frozen in the marble corridor while the state officers served him the payroll audit citations.