I got to the front of Jason’s office. I knocked twice before opening the door. I entered quietly.
Jason stood at the window, hands folded. The ring on his finger caught the light.
"Sir, you called me," I said.
"Sit," he said.
"Thank you," I said and sat down. I placed my hands on my lap and waited for him to speak. My heart raced as he turned around.
I studied his face for a few seconds. It didn’t look angry, but I couldn't read it.
"I did some research," he said. "On your uncle."
I exhaled once.
Stupid to think he heard us.
Jason walked to his desk and leaned forward. His knuckles rested against the wood. "He’s looking for a document. He thinks you have it," he said, pausing.
The room went cold. I adjusted the way I was seated.
"He’s been looking for months, even before t
