Vanessa

I press my lips together, watching Brent and the older gentlemen look at the contract and talk.

They're talking too low for me to hear.

I wring my hands, watching them. Why couldn't Isley be here with me?

Brent and the men nod and cease talking.

"Linda," Brent says into the intercom. "Get Isley in here, please."

"Do you want us to witness it?" The taller man with gray hair asks Brent.

Brent nods as he writes something on the last page ...