The time stamp gave the recording date as October twelfth at four fifteen in the afternoon.

I plugged my small white earbuds into the side jack of the laptop and put them in.

The sound of an idling engine filled my ears, followed by the metallic click of a car door shutting.

Grant’s smooth, deliberate voice came through the earbuds perfectly clearly.

“You need to make sure the eighteen-hundred-dollar invoice for the silver chain bracelet gets billed under office operating expenses, Natalie,” Grant said on the recording.

“I already put it under vendor marketing,” Natalie answered, her voice close to the microphone.