Chapter <b>357 </b>
“Drink <b>your </b>coffee,” Charlotte said, pretending to scold her as she walked past.
When she returned to the meeting room with the printed contract, she noticed <b>a </b>Starbucks cup sitting in front of Sean
It looked like one of the drinks Scott had bought for everyone.
Sean followed her gaze, and with a half–smile, <b>said</b>, “One of the girls from your firm dropped it off. Said it was from Mr. Lucas,”
He looked at her, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Even brought one for me. Your partner really is generous.”
Charlotte replied casually, “You probably don’t drink this kind of coffee, do you, Mr. Jasper? if it’s not to your taste, leave it for someone who actually wants it. No point wasting it.”
Sean chuckled but said nothing.
“The contract’s ready,” Charlotte said, handing over a thick stack of printed pages.
“Take <b>a </b>look—If everything looks fine, we can <b>go </b>ahead and <b>sign</b>. ”
Sean took the documents and made a quick call
“Come <b>on </b>up.”
“Yes, Mr. Jasper.”
<b>Five </b>minutes <bter</b><b>, </b>a well–dressed middle–aged man in a suit and sses walked into the firm.
“This is Miles Cruz, ourpany’s legal representative, Sean introduced.
Charlotte nodded politely<b>. </b>“Nice to meet <b>you</b><b>, </b><b>Mr. </b>Cruz.”
<b>“</b>Pleasure, Miss Riley”
Miles sat down, pulled a pen from his briefcase, and started signing the contracts with practiced ease.
At Charlotte’s firm, clients were required to sign two copies of every agreement–one for each party. And with the number of cases Sean was handing over, the paperwork alone was practically <b>a </b>full–body workout
Charlotte couldn’t help but smile to herself. Of course he brought someone just to do the signing
Miles didn’t even nce at the pages, flipping <b>through </b>them and scribbling his signature at lightning speed–like a human signature machine.
“Mr. Cruz<ol><li>ir. Cruz,” Charlotte asked, amused, “aren’t <b>you </b>going to read them first?”</li></ol>
“1 Mr. Jasper’s approved them, there won’t be a problem.” He didn’t even look up as he conthed scribbling away.
“He hasn’t read them either.” Charlotte muttered
Miles froze, finally ncing over at Sean in mild <b>panic</b><b>. </b>
“Mr. Jasper ?”
Sean smiled. “Don’t worry about it. It’s our own firm–just sign.”
“Excuse me? Who’s part of your firm? Charlotte thought to herself.
Miles, immediately rxed and nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, of course.”
Once all the documents were signed and stamped, Miles handed the stack to Sean.
“Here you go, sir. All done. Please review,”
“Give them to Miss Riley,” Sean said casually.
“Right”
Charlotte skimmed through them. “Everything looks good. I’ll sign and keep <b>a </b>copy for us.”
Sen picked up the Starbucks cup and handed it to Miles with a grin.
“You’ve earned it. Have some coffee”
Miles was visibly ttered, epting it with both hands.
“Thank you, Mr. Jasper. <b>Thank </b>you so much.”
Sean raised an eyebrow, clearly in a good mood.
No need to thank me.”
Wow. Generous with someone else’s collee, aren’t we?” Charlotte thought.
She signed the contracts, slid one set into a kraft folder, and handed it to Miles.
Just as Miles reached for <b>it</b>, Sean smoothly snatched it out of her hand.
“Pleasure doing business, Miss Riley,” he <b>said </b>with a <b>faint </b>smile,
Charlotte’s expression didn’t change.
“Likewise<b>.</b>”
Out in the elevator, Miles leaned in and whispered, “Mr. Jasper, I <b>can </b>carry the contract for you.”
Sean lifted hisshes slightly, his tone light and amused.
“It has my wife’s signature on it. Why would I let you carry it?“.
<b>“</b>The clown? Yeah, it’s me. Always <b>has </b>been,” Miles thought to himself.