Gareth Wilders stiffened at his client’s words. He had worked with the Hartley family for as long as he could remember, so he should be used to the high expectations of this family. He studied Leon’s face before nodding. “Right, so I will draft up the agreement. Once it is signed and the funds are transferred, we will require written confirmation that no copies exist. How does that sound?”
Leon processed his words before raising an eyebrow. “See that you do just that. I don’t wish for any more of this nonsense.”
As Leon turned towards the door, he felt the conversation was done and wanted to get going.
“Ah, one more thing, Leon, if you don’t mind me saying.” Gareth Wilders cleared his throat.
Leon hesitated and rested a hand on the doorframe. “What now? I really need to get going.”
