A Clever Charade

"I really do not need an interpreter, Mr. Kline. I am merely skimming through out of general curiosity." Cecelia flicked her wrist dismissively, brushing his trembling hand away from the leather binder.

She leaned over the mahogany desk and deliberately turned the first page of the quarterly audit. She moved with agonizing slowness. Each crisp rustle of parchment reverberated through the tense, s