Colin finally straightened the stack of papers before him, sliding the freshly revised draft across the desk. The lawyer's voice carried the weight of years of courtroom experience, calm and deliberate.
"Here it is, Rex," Colin said with a small but genuine smile. "The final draft. Everything we discussed has been written in, tightened, and cross-checked. I've added the provisions for Aren's compensation, the protective clauses on your copyrights, and the guarantees on sequel, remake, and spin-off rights. You own them all. The studio won't have room to wriggle out of it, at least not legally."
