“I am not asking for anything,” he answered. “I just want to return this. I found it. It has your company’s name on it. I figured someone might need it back.”
Mitchell huffed. “If it was in the trash, then it probably belongs there. You can drop it off at the back exit or toss it again. We do not run a lost and found for stray garbage.”
Before Jace could reply, a woman at the reception desk lifted her gaze. She had a warm smile that seemed to soften even the sterile light around her. Her name badge read Brenna Flores, and she had worked at Lakeshore Plaza for almost a decade.
“Let him show it,” Brenna said calmly, without raising her voice. “I will check it myself. If it is nothing, I will handle it.”
Mitchell sighed but did not argue further. He motioned with an annoyed flick of his hand.
Jace stepped forward and placed the envelope on the counter, though his fingers hesitated before releasing it. Brenna noticed how gently he handled it, as if it contained something fragile.