My wrist felt bare where the silver watch used to sit.

The conference room door stood open six inches.

Richard sat at the head of the mahogany table with a blue pen in his hand and a paper cup of coffee at his elbow.

Two men in gray suits sat across from him with a stack of forms between them.

A man from the regional office tapped the top page.

“This release covers the Oakmont Holdings trust accounts, correct?”

Richard checked his reflection in the window.