Sure enough, a metallic-gray Porsche was angled across two spaces as if it owned the lot.
James rose and moved closer to the window. “Is it optioned with the Sport Chrono package?” For the first time since we’d walked in, he actually sounded interested.
Harlan took the bait hook, line, and sinker. His face lit up. “Sure is. Chrono, upgraded exhaust, full leather interior. She purrs.” He turned back, animated. “You wanna see it?”
James glanced at me, his brow lifted in silent question.
I huffed out a laugh. “You men and your cars.” I waved a hand toward the door. “Go drool over it. I have a few calls to make anyway.”
“Wait until you feel the torque,” Harlan said as he headed for the door.
I looked up at Harlan. “Miles, do you mind if I make my calls back here? I would prefer privacy.”
“If one of those calls is to Franklin Delgotto, telling him you’re goin’ with me, you can have the office for the rest of the afternoon.”
I grinned. “I won’t need it that long. Maybe fifteen to twenty minutes?”
“Of course,” he said quickly. “Take as long as you need. We’ll probably be a while.” Then he headed out the door.
James gave me a serious look before following Harlan down the hall.
I shut the door behind them, relieved to find a lock on the knob. The last thing I needed was Beth coming back and catching me messing with her boss’s computer.
After I shut the blinds so Harlan couldn’t peek in and see me on his computer, I pulled the hard drive from my purse and plugged it into the computer tower, which looked older than dirt. Apparently, Harlan didn’t spend much money upgrading his technology either. If it had a slow processing speed, copying the files could drag on.
Dammit.
His stupid PowerPoint slide was still open, so I minimized the window. Ten folders were neatly lined up on the left side of the desktop, but the ones I cared about most were:
Harlan Development, LLC
Clients & Investors
Financials
Insurance & Claims
Since Financials was what we needed most, I right-clicked the folder, hit copy, then pasted it onto the external drive.
A progress window popped up.
Copying 1,274 items (842 MB)… Approximate time remaining: 4 minutes.
How long could James keep Harlan out there?
I moved to the window and parted the blinds just enough to peek out. Harlan had the hood up, gesturing like he was teaching a class.
I’d probably have plenty of time. The man looked like he could brag about his car for hours.
While the Financial folder copied, I opened it to see if anything was password protected. Inside were more folders:
Bank Statements
P&L & Balance Sheets
Loans & Notes
Insurance Payouts
