He adjusted his right shirt cuff.

He smiled at me, all bright teeth and false warmth.

“Are you ready to stop being difficult, Sammy?” Gregory asked.

“We can get this paperwork signed and all go out for a nice lunch.”

Pamela sighed and leaned against the glass wall.

“Let’s just get the checks cut, Gregoryyy,” Pamela said, drawing out the last word.

“We have that appointment at the Lexus dealership at three o’clock.”

She tapped her long fingernails against her leather purse.