Four thick blue binders lay open on the wood, full of contract pages marked with yellow signature flags.

Vance, the lead corporate lawyer, was leaning over Tiffany’s shoulder with a heavy fountain pen resting in his palm.

He pointed at the line above her printed name.

I pushed the glass door open until the frame banged against the wall stopper.

Chloe snapped her compact shut.

The click cracked across the room like a little firecracker.

Tiffany didn’t flinch.

She kept her right hand stretched out for the pen, her chin tipped up just enough to look straight at me.