Julian chose the small conference room on the third floor of the building.The one with the quiet carpet and the city laid out like a graph, small enough for the nature of the meeting and company he was expecting.
Neville arrived on the dot, sleeves rolled. Neville didnt bring coffee, he brought a folder because the past never travelled light. He looked like he was ready to put the whole shenanigans behind him, once and for all.
He set a slim folder on the table and a phone beside it facedown, as if even the glass deserved discretion.
"Give it to me straight," Julian said, dispersing with pleasantries.
"We have a name," Neville answered, as he He passed the folder.
"And the name?" Julian asked, voice level.
Neville slid the another page across. L.V Outreach LLC - Retainer Agreement. The signature block had a familiar legal scribble .
For a second the city went noiseless, as if they all wanted to eaves drop.
