I slipped the asset protection folder into my bag.

“I’ve got a board meeting tomorrow.”

“Hand something off,” David said.

So I did.

At two o’clock the next afternoon, Sarah set a bottle of water by my elbow and pulled open the boardroom blinds.

The Phoenix sun laid a white bar across the table.

“The big tech contract is still sitting in legal,” she said.

“Their procurement office wants one more call before Friday.”