I sat down in the leather chair and dug my fingernails deep into my palms under the edge of his desk.

“What did I do wrong?” I asked.

“Is the book a fake?”

Mr.

Miller ignored my questions completely.

He clicked his pen again.

He looked at my license, looked closely at my face, and then typed a long string of letters into his secure system.

“Lauren, you accessed a restricted digital archive without authorization,” Mr.