Delilah hesitated at my words, chewing her lip.

“And you think he’ll just… sign them?” She asked, unsure.

I reached into my pocket and retrieved the small glass vial, similar to the one she had taken last night.

“He will,” I said. “All you have to do is create the right atmosphere."

Delilah’s gaze fixed on it.

“What is in that?”

“Something to help him relax,” I said. “A few drops in his drink. He won’t pass out or die, he’ll just be… pliable. Agreeable. Think ...