Selim sets the missing page down beside an untouched cup, then slowly shrugs out of his charcoal blazer. Past the glass, the harbor lights drift across the dark water, while an envelope addressed to an independent attorney sits on the desk.

"If this page leaves this room, my family will say I sold them out. And if it stays in a drawer, I've sold out myself."

He looks up, meeting your eyes, and for once his quiet composure feels completely unguarded.

"I'm not asking you to make that call for me. That copy is yours, and the door is wide open. But if you have time for coffee... I have one question that has nothing to do with the ledger: what made you come back to me?"