I took it out and woke the screen.

An automatic alert from my banking app showed a confirmed incoming wire of fifty million dollars, marked as cleared cash and fully settled.

I turned the phone face down in my lap and gazed out the dark window as the city lights smeared past.

The driver turned onto Forty-Second Street, heading east for the Midtown Tunnel and the highway out to Kennedy Airport.

My handbag sat on the seat next to me, heavy with the blue paper file Dr.