“I was actually planning to file a lawsuit against them tomorrow morning.”

Nathaniel did not look convinced. He stepped closer to Arthur, his shadow falling over the smaller man.

“Is that so?” Nathaniel asked.

“Then I am sure you won’t mind if we look at those receipts right now.”

Nathaniel pointed toward the leather briefcase resting on the bench.

“Let’s see the ledger, Arthur.”

Arthur’s face drained of what little color it had left.

He looked at the briefcase, then at the sealed glass doors, then back at Nathaniel.

He knew he was cornered, but his eyes still held a desperate, calculating look.

“The files are confidential,” Arthur whispered, his hand creeping slowly toward his inner jacket pocket.

“They contain sensitive tenant data. I cannot show them without proper authorization.”

“I am the CEO of this company, Arthur,” Nathaniel said, his voice cold as ice.

“I am your authorization.”

Arthur’s hand stopped inside his jacket.

A low, vibrating hum began to echo through the lobby as the elevator behind us chimed again.

The digital screen on the wall suddenly flashed, a bright red warning light cutting through the dimness.