C132 The truth is buried

Ezekiel signed the cheque with a steady hand. The amount was substantial enough to make anyone’s head turn. It was for a business matter, or at least, that’s what it would look like.

“Mr. Ezekiel, your money is ready,” his assistant announced from the doorway.

Ezekiel glanced up, gave a brief nod, and rose from his chair.

“Put it in my car. I’ll be down in a few minutes