When My Son Reported a Theft, I Went Looking and Found the Real Ledger in Our Dallas Office
I opened the driver’s door, laid my briefcase on the vinyl passenger seat, and climbed into the cab.
The digital clock on my dashboard read 6:45 p.m., December twelfth.
I checked the date window on my wristwatch, reached over to the passenger seat, and carefully closed the clasp on my leather briefcase.
The elevator doors slid open on the ninth floor at eight minutes after nine.
I walked down the carpeted hall toward the double oak doors of the main boardroom, my leather briefcase heavy in my right hand.
Mark Vance walked half a step behind me, holding a small black storage drive between his thumb and forefinger.
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