When My Son Reported a Theft, I Went Looking and Found the Real Ledger in Our Dallas Office

“You look pale again, Raymond.”

“I have to go,” I said, picking my car keys up off the table.

“Take the contract papers home with you tonight.”

“And the sign-off meeting on December fifteenth?” Frank asked, leaning forward.

“Keep Garrett busy with the presentation slides,” I said.

“Tell him I’m resting.”

Frank tapped his wooden pen twice on his notebook.

“He’s asking for full signing proxy starting Monday, Raymond.”