Lisabeth gathered her tablet first, movements smooth and practiced. Jonathan closed his notebook with quiet finality, the kind that signaled a meeting that had crossed from discussion into decision.
Zane straightened slightly in his chair.
"Professionally," he said, voice level and composed, "we accept the proposal framework as presented. We'll review the full documentation internally and have a draft contract sent to you with the agreed terms and conditions."
Willow inclined her head, controlled and calm. "Thank you."
Jonathan rose. "We'll be in touch."
Lisabeth nodded once, already moving toward the door. Neither lingered. Neither glanced back.
The door closed behind them with a muted click.
Silence followed.
Not the awkward kind. Not the strained kind.
The kind that arrives when something important has already been decided and no one knows what to say next.
