“He framed Rebecca,” I said, leaning both hands on the front edge of his oak table.

“He framed her for the missing forty-one thousand two hundred dollars, and he’s using these dizzy spells to force me out before the contract signing.”

Frank stopped tapping his wooden pen and laid it flat across the yellow lines of his pad.

“Raymond, you collapsed in front of prospective clients at dinner last week,” Frank said slowly.

“You knocked your glass off the table and could hardly stand without my arm.”

“It wasn’t a natural medical condition, Frank,” I said, clearing my throat firmly.