Yuna Park sat in the most famous tent on the internet, in a white plastic folding chair, and stared at the wet ink of her own signature.
Doug turned the letter of intent back toward himself, reviewed it once from top to bottom, and tapped his tablet twice. "Notice of representation, filed. As of this moment, Miss Park, Eclipse's legal team speaks for you in all matters concerning Skyline Guild."
He said it like it was nothing, a stamp on an envelope, and yet the words reached into her chest and switched off an alarm that had been ringing there so long she'd stopped hearing it.
Three years of quarterly reviews. Three years of drawn blinds and being "valued."
Somewhere between one tablet tap and the next, all of it had stopped being her problem and become paperwork on somebody else's desk, and the relief that flooded into the silence the alarm left behind was enormous, physical, and completely unmanageable.
She managed it anyway. For about a second and a half.
