She slid a certified copy of the original business incorporation papers right across the table to me.

I recognized my own handwriting on the signature lines immediately.

Six years ago, when Gavin was first launching the firm, we had spent a long evening sitting at our kitchen island organizing legal paperwork.

He had assured me that most of the documents were mere formalities that required my signature for filing.

I had been frantically preparing a major client presentation for my own job at the same time.

He simply pointed to the empty yellow lines, and I signed my name without questioning him because I trusted him implicitly.