artfulequivocator:

    There.

    It’s unfortunate for Michael that his sunglasses are only slightly tinted, and
    therefore allow a very limited view of his eyes to anyone who’s really trying to get a
    good look at them.

    And Danny is.

    The glance towards the envelope is subtle, and would have been almost
    imperceptible had he not been waiting for it. In his line of work, it pays to be able to
    notice the subtle tells that people’s faces make. It’s like poker; and he’s bloody well
    good at poker.

            Hook.

                          Line.

                                      And sinker.

    ❝Like I said before, all I’m ‘ere to do is do some basics checks.
       How the company handles its business, yada yada yada, blah blah blah.
       You get the gist.❞

    In a carefully calculated move made to look like the action of a man who’s got
    something to hide, Danny’s hand moves to inch the envelope just a little closer to
    himself, further out of Michael’s reach.

    ❝Sorry, Michael.
       Got y’self all curious for nothin’.❞

Yada yada yada, blah blah blah?

Doesn’t sound like someone who
takes their job very seriously.
There’s the crack of many he’s been looking for.

Or maybe he’s just grasping at straws.

      ’ Did I? 
       Are there any educational requirements for
       a man in your line of work? ’

Oh, his eyes are prying over that envelope again.
What’s the problem? Something to hide?