Oliver slid a neat stack of folders across the polished table, each one containing the proposal he'd painstakingly prepared, most of it shaped from Nick's razor-edged suggestions.
Attorney Warren, Raymond, and Jefferson bent over the documents, eyes scanning every word; the atmosphere inside the room was thick with the weight of what was at stake.
But before father and son could reach the final page, Warren's hand stilled. With a careful motion, he set the folder down, his gaze sharp.
"Attorney Morris," he said, voice clipped but courteous, "could you give us a moment? I need to speak with my clients privately."
Oliver's smile was calm, but his eyes were unreadable. "Of course." He rose smoothly and tilted his head toward Nick and Georgia. "Let's wait outside."
