“I can get you a copy by tomorrow morning.”

“Just let me go back to my office and retrieve it.”

He reached for his briefcase on the bench.

“Stay where you are, Arthur,” Nathaniel said.

Arthur froze, his hand hovering inches from the leather handle.

“I own Vanguard Engineering,” Nathaniel said.

“They do not perform residential inspections for Brindlewood.”

“In fact, they haven’t been contracted for any of our properties in over five years.”

Arthur’s face went completely white.

The silence in the lobby grew heavier.

Ruby squeezed my hand tighter, her small fingers warm against my palm.

“There must be a mistake,” Arthur whispered.

“Perhaps it was a different firm with a similar name.”

“My secretary handles the scheduling. She must have written down the wrong name.”

“I will fire her first thing in the morning,” Arthur added, his eyes darting toward the exits.

“You won’t be firing anyone, Arthur,” Nathaniel said.

He pulled his mobile phone from his inner pocket.

The bright blue light of the screen illuminated his sharp jawline.

He swiped the screen and tapped a button.

“Marcus,” Nathaniel said into the phone.