The pen scratched across the surface of the contract, the sound sharp and jarring. A deep mark sliced through the page, and Sabina froze, her hand suspended mid-signature. She looked up, confused.
Across from her, the executive let out a subtle sigh of relief. The signature hadn't landed. The contract was still unsigned.
Sabina's agent narrowed her eyes. "What's going on?"
Without responding immediately, the executive picked up the contract and flipped it shut. His expression was cold, unreadable. "Apologies," he said flatly. "The deal's off. You may leave."
Silence fell.
Sabina's agent blinked. "What do you mean, it's off? Everything was finalized. We're just here to sign."
The executive didn't respond. He simply nodded to the staff, who moved in to escort them out.
The agent's voice sharpened. "Your company owes us an explanation."
