“Keep them in the vault.”

I stood up and put my hands in my pockets.

The air conditioning in the office was running too cold.

“Thank you, Mr. Harrison.”

He stood and offered his hand, and I shook it.

His grip was completely professional, as if I were his most important client of the decade.

Three weeks ago, he wouldn’t have offered me a free wall calendar.

I opened his heavy glass door and stepped out into the main lobby.