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"It contained considerably more than that." I looked down at the spread of papers. Bank statements. Phone records. Printed email chains. Photographs of wire transfers. Each document was annotated in neat, precise handwriting that I didn't recognize, with key figures highlighted and arrows drawn between connected entries. "What am I looking at?" I asked, even though the dread pooling in my stomach already had a pretty good idea.

Don had brought the notebook from the bedroom, which was itself a signal: the contents were ready to be shared. Ernest looked at him. "I'm listening." Don opened the notebook. He did not read from it—Ernest could see that he was using it as a reference, checking his own thinking against what he had written. Don did not need to read from the notebook to remember what he had found. The notebook was not a script. It was a record. The record confirmed that the memory was accurate.

The video cuts off and I just sit there with my semi-hard cock trying to make sense of all of this. I open the MS-Word file and print the document. I plan to go back and print the first one too. I think if I study his notes I may be able to understand these experiments.

Third. I crossed to the desk. Sat. Opened the folder to the page I had been working from — the Hargrove integration timeline, the revised version, the one with my margin notes in the specific shorthand I used that was legible to me and to Collins and to no one else, which was not by design but was simply the result of a notation system developed over years of working alone. The notes were there. Nothing removed. Nothing altered. I closed the folder. Put it back in the second position.

The crack and the map together. The outside ground documented twice. From different angles. Both accurate. He had given me the thermal expansion paper. Not a copy. His copy. The one with his annotations. The highlighted composite surface section. The margin notes. The specific understanding made visible in pencil marks. "You should have the annotated version," he had said. "The unannotated version doesn't tell you where the important parts are." I had looked at the annotations. At the places where he had worked through something difficult and arrived at understanding.

Maybe even use it as blackmail if she ever messes with me again. "Anyway..."The sweet moment is short lived as Amanda clicks on a tab on her page, a Powerpoint presentation flashing across the screen with a bunch of bullet points on. "Do you know how to make powerpoint presentation notes?" "Um..." "Good," She doesn't allow me to answer as she proceeded to instruct me on what to do. "I want you to type for me some of these notes I drafted on my notepad." And proceeded to produce the said yellow notepad with dog ears under each written page , sprinkled with over a thousand notes inside it. I snatched the notepad from her and perused over the pages , my eyes increasing in size with each page tu