Seeing Aren set the pen down, Rex clapped lightly, his dazzling smile bright enough to outshine the bright lights. "Welcome aboard," he said cheerfully, taking the signed documents from the table with the elegance of a magician completing a trick.
Meanwhile, Aren slumped back onto the bench like a deflated balloon, exhaling a long, exhausted breath. It was as if the simple act of signing had drained the last of his energy.
He wasn't even sure what he felt—triumph, dread, relief? Whatever it was, Whether for better or worse, his future now rested squarely in Rex's hands.
Rex turned toward the lawyer, who had been observing in professional silence, and with a hint of amusement, pulled out a crisp one-dollar bill from his wallet. "For the copyright," he said with a wink, extending it toward Aren with ceremonial flair.
