The sound of the pen against the paper felt louder than it should have been in the silent room.
She set the pen down and pushed the documents back across the table.
“It is done now, and you are free,” she said calmly.
Logan smiled, clearly pleased with the outcome.
“Good, I am glad you understand your place,” he replied.
Brittany clapped her hands lightly and laughed.
“That was almost dramatic, but not quite,” she said.
Scarlett did not respond to the comment, and instead she stood up, picked up her bag, and prepared to leave without another word.
Then a chair moved behind them.
Everyone turned at the same time.
The man in the charcoal suit stood up slowly, his presence immediately shifting the atmosphere in the room.
He was calm, composed, and carried an authority that did not need to be announced.
The lawyer recognized him first and spoke with visible hesitation.
“Mr. Langston,” he said carefully.
Brittany frowned in confusion, and Logan blinked as he tried to place the unfamiliar face.
“Who are you supposed to be,” Logan asked, his tone slightly defensive.
The man walked forward one step at a time until he stood directly behind Scarlett, and then he placed a hand gently on her shoulder.