The study is quiet except for the low tick of a clock somewhere behind you. The contract sits open on the desk between you, edges crisp, ink dry. Keegan hasn't looked at it in the last minute. He's been looking at you.

He taps one line near the bottom of the page without breaking eye contact. You wrote these terms, Chloe. Every clause. I didn't change a word. A pause. His voice drops just slightly. So tell me which part you're already planning to argue with.