Jack Clark was quick to act, and by evening she had received the fax.
She took a look at the agreement, just two sheets of paper, yet everything she explained was clearly written.
Tracy chuckled with satisfaction, then dialed Lorraine Hanson's number; today, he hadn't turned off his phone, but he still didn't pick up.
Helpless, she sent a short text message, only a few dozen words: Come back, I have something to discuss with you.
Lorraine Hanson didn't respond; she thought he wouldn't come back or simply didn't read her message. Unexpectedly, he showed up that evening.
When the man returned, it was nearly ten at night. Tracy was about to go upstairs when she saw him step out of the elevator. At the staircase, her steps halted, her body suddenly tensed.
"You're... back." She spoke softly as a simple greeting.
Lorraine Hanson said nothing, not even sparing her a glance. He wore an ash-gray suit, which suggested he attended a formal event.
