The Contract

Vernon tapped his foot restlessly against the polished marble floor of the second-floor hallway in his mansion. The rhythmic sound echoed faintly, a sharp contrast to the low murmur of his friend and business partner, Felix Song, who was rambling on without pausing for breath on the other end of the call.

Vernon's eyes kept drifting toward the wide, imposing door of his study, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of caution and something else—unease, perhaps.

When Felix finally paused, Vernon let out a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing his stinging eyes behind the glass lenses, exhaustion pressing down on him like a weight.

"What did he say?.. No… leave it in her name. I made sure no one could touch it before I did. Just the details—I don't want to drag this out. Those vultures are already circling, waiting for scraps." He paused, his jaw tightening. "Everything will be set in motion once she signs it. Yeah… thanks, man."