Aldridge,” she said, her voice thin and breathy.

“I was just sorting the quarterly audit files before Mr.

Aldridge gets back from his lunch meeting.”

“He left his reading glasses on the nightstand,” I said, putting the deli bag down on the edge of the glass coffee table.

As Brielle reached to smooth her skirt, a thick blue paper folder slipped out from under her arm and hit the rug, scattering two glossy prints across the carpet.

I stepped forward and picked them up before she could get to the floor.