Gable waved me into his office.

He put his desk phone back in its cradle and motioned to a leather chair across from him.

“Marcus tells me there’s some dispute over who owns the account, Sarah,” Gable said.

“That’s not my loan,” I said.

“Show me the authorization that was used to open it.”

Gable opened his bottom desk drawer.

He took out a thick manila folder and set it squarely on his green desk blotter.

“We verified your identity at the original closing,” Gable said.