Ordinary paperwork.
I carried the mug back to my executive office.
Opened the drawer.
Eleanor’s necklace rested in its cloth pouch.
Nothing from Julian beside it.
I closed the drawer.
The Vance files were locked across the room.
The final confirmation sat on my desk.
Arthur appeared at the doorway.
“You’re still here.”
“So are you.”
“You signed without keeping a personal copy.”
“I don’t need one.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t need to carry proof of what I own.”
He nodded toward Cabinet Seven.
“The old file?”
“Keep it until the retention period ends.”