The walls were painted a stark white, and the only furniture was a heavy metal table bolted to the floor.

He wore his service uniform with flawless creases down the sleeves.

I sat down across from him and opened the faded blue folder.

I gave him the federal guarantee form and the bank routing history Arthur had printed out.

Major Thomas read through the documents for seven minutes in total silence.

He turned the pages slowly, comparing the dates with the forged signature block.

“This loan is actively funding as we speak,” Major Thomas said.