Amara stood by the window, one hand holding her cup of tea, and the other tucked under her robe.
She hadn't replied to his message, and it's been 24 hours already. Deep down, she would hear where Elias might be, and what he might say about this.
And she hadn't signed anything. She simply had them all printed out yesterday to glance through over and over again.
Her lawyer said it was a fair deal. Celeste was still cautious and protective about the whole idea.
Her laptop sat closed on the coffee table, the unsigned document waiting like a question she didn't want to answer. While the hard copy version rested beside it.
It had been twenty hours. Not that she was counting.
She thought he'd leave it alone. Men like him usually did. They weren't used to chasing after anything that didn't already fall into their orbit.
A knock came. Amara frowned slightly and turned.
She wasn't expecting anyone.
"Who is it?" she called.
