“Mr. Reeves,” Jessica interjects, “I appreciate that this must be a difficult moment for you, but we’re on a clock here. And I promise you that both my services and Reed’s are rather expensive.”
He looks at Jessica and his expression twists in anger. It softens when his eyes turn back to me.
Without saying a word, he swallows the rest of his anger—that’s a first—and snatches up the pen. He slashes a signature in his spot, clicks the pen, and throws it across the table carelessly.
Jessica gets to her feet. “Pleasure working together, gentlemen. Good day to you, Reed. Mr. Reeves. Willow, let’s go.”
Can it really be that easy? I think as I follow her out of the room. Is it really done?
We don’t even make it halfway down the hall before I hear Reed call for Jessica.
“Hey, Jess,” he says.
