Leonard.
The heavy mahogany doors of the study clicked shut behind Theresa, leaving a thick, reverent quiet in the air.
I stood behind the central desk, my hands planted flat on the dark wood, my eyes lingering on the closed door for a long moment after she left. Beside me, Lawrence let out a slow, steady exhale, rubbing his knuckles against his jaw, while Lurgard slumped back into his leather chair, a look of profound relief washing over his harsh features.
"Two days," Lurgard muttered, shaking his head with a faint, incredulous grin. "She walked in here, set her terms, gave us two days, and didn't flinch once."
