Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 332

Lessee: Vanguard Trading Co.

Legal Representative: Quentin Whitaker.

Location: Unit 3, Channing Road Storage Depot.

Vanguard Trading Co.

Wren had heard that name before.

When she was a child, she had seen an old corporate seal in Quentin's drawer, the red ink stamped onto white paper with slightly blurred edges. Back then, she had asked Vivian what kind of company it was.

Vivian had closed the drawer, smoothed Wren's hair, and said, "These are adult matters, sweetie. Don't worry about them."

Back then, Wren assumed those matters were just the unspoken arguments her parents refused to bring up.

Thinking back on it now, Vivian's hands had been frighteningly cold that day.

The conference room door swung open, and Phoebe walked in holding her laptop, her steps more rushed than usual.

"I had a friend pull the files without mentioning your name." She placed the laptop on the table and turned the screen toward Wren. "But to pull physical records for an old lease like this, the storage depot will definitely contact the original lessee for confirmation. Even though Vanguard Trading was revoked, the registered phone number might still be connected to Quentin's old office."

Wren stared at the line that read "Unit 3" on the screen, a heavy knot forming in her stomach.

"So Quentin might already know we're looking into this."

Phoebe's jaw tightened.

"Give it half a day, tops."

Wren picked up her pen and signed the last page of The Institutional Review Board materials, her movements perfectly steady.

"Tomorrow morning at nine. Meet me at the entrance of Channing Road Storage Depot. Robert will be there."

Phoebe stared at her.

"Are you really in the headspace to keep taking meetings?"

"I am." Wren closed the file folder. "The work at Stellaris can't stop either. If Vivian really left something behind back then, she wouldn't want me sabotaging my own future just to chase ghosts."

Phoebe didn't argue further.

She reached over, dumped out Wren's cold coffee, and refilled her mug with fresh water.

"Get to bed early tonight, then. We've got a tough fight tomorrow."

Wren paused for a moment.

"I have some things to handle in the morning, but I'll be back to pick you up in the afternoon. If the schedule changes, I'll let you know ahead of time."

The boy nodded and picked up his pencil to write. Halfway through, he looked up again.

"Is it about your mom?"

Wren hadn't expected him to ask.

The room was lit by a single warm lamp, its glow falling on the boy's fine hair. He was still so young, yet he had already learned to find answers in adult silence.

Wren didn't brush it off.

"Yeah. I want to find some things she left behind."

Leo tightened his grip on the pencil, his voice even softer.

"Would she be mad? That someone else took her things?"

Wren lowered her gaze, her fingertips lingering on the empty candy wrapper.