Five Years After Her Parents Left Her With One Hundred Dollars

“The consortium holds paper on twelve regional transport firms,” she said, handing me a warm paper cup.

I took a sip of the bitter coffee, holding the cup with both hands to warm my fingers. The heat was a small comfort against the damp chill that had settled into the city over the weekend.

“Which ones are flagged?” I asked.

Nadia tapped the printed sheet, her finger stopping on a line near the middle of the page. The name was printed in small, clean sans-serif type.

Mercer Freight Systems.

“The audit trigger went off at midnight,” Nadia said.

I looked out the window at the grey brick facade of our building, the offices of Aegis Ledger occupying the entire top floor. We were high enough to see the tops of the delivery trucks crawling through the streets below.

“Who authorized the review?” I asked.

“It is automatic,” she said. “Any firm with outstanding credit lines over five million must submit their ledger history before the final acquisition signatures are dry.”