I stood up from the table.

I picked up my coat and put it on.

“Tell Marcus I’ll meet him at his office at eleven,” I said.

“He’s pulling the formation documents from the private vault in Zurich.”

Daniel nodded and looked down at his empty hands.

I walked past the counter toward the door.

I looked back and saw the barista throwing the declined receipt into the trash can.

Marcus had the Zurich file on his desk before I took my coat off.