“My name is Amber Bell, and I represent Brantwood Holdings. “You’re not asking for much.”
“It’s the payment Brantwood requires for their… generous offer,” Amber said. Estes?” Amber asked, finishing packing up as she stared at him. They’ve expressed an interest in filling the void left by your partner’s… ehm… demise.”
“Thanks,” Castor said, still not moving. “I should sign that before you move on.”
Phillip seemed relieved she wasn’t pushing for the box number as he handed Amber her pen. Amber found such prolonged ocular intimacy… off-putting. “Ah… very good,” Amber said with a curt nod, turning her attention to packing without appearing to be in any hurry. She didn’t understand why this was going to be the hill he chose to die on. “With less amenities.”
Phillip visibly tensed, approached the woman, and sat at the table to her right.
