He had no idea I had spoken to a lawyer, or that I knew about the electronic signature bypass.

I closed the heavy steel lid of the fireproof box and pressed the latch down until it clicked.

I turned the key in my fireproof box and slid it under my desk file cabinet.

I stood up from the floor and brushed the dust off my knees.

The front window reflected the headlights of Daniel’s car pulling into the driveway.

I walked to the kitchen and washed my hands at the sink, drying them on a linen towel.