"The waiting is over," Grace's voice cut through the silence like a blade. Her patience was already worn thin after an excruciating hour of sitting in suspense. She turned toward Cammy with an unyielding gaze. "They're calling us back. They're ready."
Without another word, she rose, her heels striking the floor with purpose as she led the way to the meeting room. Greg, as always, remained outside, a silent sentinel while Grace and Cammy entered.
Randolf wasted no time. He slid a folder across the table, its contents carrying the weight of back-and-forth negotiations. "Cammy's demands," he said simply, his tone unreadable. He leaned back and waited, watching, as Grace opened the file.
Her eyes scanned the document, and in an instant, her expression darkened. Her jaw clenched, her nostrils flared, and one perfectly arched brow shot up as she met Randolf's gaze with icy fury.
"What is this?" she demanded.
