“He’s in a closed meeting with the city zoning board until two,” Natalie said.

Her voice was brisk, clipped around the edges.

“I’ll make sure he signs these before the courier goes out at three.”

“Thanks, Natalie,” I said.

“Is that the new tax file for the Hartford parcel?”

She drew the file closer to her chest, turning a thin silver band around her thumb.

“Mr.

Holloway handles all the vendor files personally now,” she said.