“I’m senior president.”

“The loan officers are looking at your physical condition,” Frank said, his eyes hard under his gray brows.

“If you stumble in front of the committee, they’ll freeze our operating lines before dark.”

“The company carries my name, Frank,” I said, pulling my wrist back out of his fingers.

Frank drew his hand back and tapped the binder against the door frame.

“Then go inside and prove you can still hold the pen.”