Julian

I sat at my desk.

The contract was open in front of me. Page forty-two. Subsection nine.

I read the fourteen lines one more time.

Not because I'd missed anything. Not because there was something I needed to understand that I didn't yet understand. Just because I was a man who looked at problems directly and this was the problem and looking away from it now would be a kind of dishonesty I had no patience for.

May be considered void.

Bridget Carter had sat at her dining room table tonight and told Lena that her financial security might be gone. Had told her with warm eyes and three...