At that moment, Cora was seated in her office, legs crossed, fingers gently flipping through a file that wasn't really holding her attention. The large windows behind her cast soft sunlight across the glossy surface of her desk, but her mind was far from the documents in front of her.
Then came a soft knock.
Before she could respond, the door opened, and Malisa stepped in—calm, composed, but with a glint of something in her eyes.
Cora looked up, her face unreadable.
"He signed it," Malisa said simply, walking closer. "Just like you said he would."
Cora raised a brow and gently closed the file. "He did?"
Malisa nodded, taking the seat across from her. "Yes. No conditions, no drama. He even agreed to the probation terms without flinching. Honestly, I thought he was going to tear the contract in half and walk out with fire behind him. But instead… he signed it. Quietly."
She leaned forward, eyes narrowing in curiosity. "How did you know, Cora? How were you so sure he'd sign it?"
