The attache case lay on the table.
David stared at the clasps. It was sealed like a clam guarding a black pearl.
Forbidden treasure, he already knew its contents.
The Woman sat motionless on the other side. David felt sweat collecting on his brow. He clenched both his fists into compact grenades.
The line was drawn. There was no going back.
"David, the details of the trade are inside," The Woman instructed, "We'll wire you the cash. You know the fund. You get this wrong, you lose. We'll be watching."
David grabbed the case and left.
The future felt starved of oxygen.
He was in too deep.
I'm linking up with JB47's 100 Word Challenge. This week's prompt was ... the line was drawn ...
This is part of a wider story. You can read the other instalments in the series here.