Frank drew a single blue sheet from the red folder and laid it right on top of the photo of the clippers.

He set a heavy black fountain pen next to it.

“This is an immediate quitclaim deed,” Frank said.

“It gives up all of Daniel’s claims to future corporate income, marital equity, and the Maple Street property, effective at noon today.”

Daniel left the pen where it was.

“And if I don’t sign?”

“Sign the quitclaim today, Daniel, or we hand these financial fraud records straight to the state prosecutor,” Frank said.

The room went so silent that the faint rush of street traffic three floors down reached the windows.