“What corporate ledger?” I asked.

Arthur pressed his legal pad tight against his chest.

“That’s Julian’s business, Eleanor.

He’s putting cash on the table for you.”

“I have to read the release form before I touch any check,” I said.

Julian picked up the blue slip, folded it once, and laid it neatly next to the desk lamp.

“Take your time.

We’re all on the same side here.”