Thirty-Nine Million Dollars and a Brown Folder on the Kitchen Table

At exactly eight in the morning, I called Gable Accounting.

“Mr.

Gable speaking,” he said.

“I need you to pull my entire file,” I said.

“The land sale documents are already secure,” he said.

“The holding company confirmed receipt of the final signatures yesterday afternoon.”

“Not the sale,” I said.

“I need every receipt we’ve ever filed.