"What is this?" she asked, her voice sharp as she thrust the papers toward him, the moment he entered the small room
"What do you mean, 'What is this?'" He asked in frustration before he glanced down at the documents in her hand, and then the change in his expression was instant—his face tightening with a mixture of alarm and guilt. "You're mistaken. This... this is just a misunderstanding. Where did you get these papers?"
"A misunderstanding?" she repeated, incredulous, her voice rising. "It's all written right here in black and white! My signatures are on every page! When did you get this? How did you get it? I know for a fact I never signed anything like this! Tell me what you've done! Have you forged my signatures on this?"
"No no! You're wrong! This has nothing to do with me! Let me explain."
"Then what is this?" she demanded, shaking the papers at him. "Explain!"