"You're making this very clean for yourself."
"I'm making it late," Mark said. "Clean is a word I don't get to use." He heard himself and almost laughed, a tired echo of the kitchen he had not entered. "Tomorrow. The check. Then we're done."
Pruitt studied him. The office behind him hummed with people selling square feet. "Tomorrow," he said. "And Mark? Don't use my name in whatever family story you're about to tell. I don't need to be the villain in a house I never walked through."
"You don't," Mark said. It was the closest he came, that day, to fairness.