“I’m not settling anything behind closed doors,” I said.

I wrote my full legal name across the line in firm, steady strokes.

Miller leaned forward, pushed his wooden stamp into an ink pad, and brought it down hard on the bottom corner of the contract.

“I’ll have my clerk hand-deliver the formal notice to Dean’s office at nine thirty tomorrow morning,” Miller said.

“Put it right on his desk,” I said.

We left the lawyer’s office without saying anything else until we got to the sidewalk.