Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 474

"Prepare three separate documents," Wren ordered.

Phoebe immediately opened a blank file.

"Document one: The compliance timeline for Stellaris's handling of the anonymous email. Send it to the Ethics Board and Thorne Corp."

"Document two: The technical forensics report proving the leaked screenshots did not originate from our system. Attach the comparison images and methodology, but redact any sensitive security architecture."

"Document three: The public statement regarding Vivian Vance's naming rights and professional authorization. Blast it to the event organizers, Langford Medical, and all media outlets."

Clara chimed in. "Document four."

Wren looked at her.

"The Child Protection Protocol recommendations," Clara said. "You included it in the review packet, but now you need a condensed public version. Don't mention Leo, and omit Logan's specifics. Stick purely to the principles: parent chat groups, schoolyard gossip, secondary identification, and media speculation all constitute severe indirect harm."

Wren paused.

Releasing a public version meant turning what happened to Leo that day into a formalized rule.

It wasn't exploiting his pain for sympathy. It was taking the vulnerability she had witnessed and forging it into a shield for other children.

"Alright," she agreed.

Halfway through the meeting, the receptionist walked in with a package.

The recipient was Wren Whitaker.

The sender's line was blank.

Phoebe's face instantly hardened.

"Don't open it yet."

Since Mr. Lawson wasn't in the office, Maya grabbed a pair of gloves while Joey started recording on his phone.

The package was small. Inside was a single USB drive.

Attached to it was a sticky note.

It read four words.

*Don't just look at Langford.*

The office plunged into dead silence.

Clara stared at the flash drive, her gaze darkening.

Wren didn't touch it.

"Bag it and hand it straight to Mr. Lawson."

Phoebe nodded. "I'm calling him now."

Maya frowned. "It could be bait."

"Exactly why we are not plugging it into a Stellaris machine," Wren said. "Follow standard evidence intake protocol."

Clara looked at her.

"You're much more cautious now."

Wren closed the box.

"I've learned my lesson."

Clara didn't comment further.

She checked her watch and prepared to leave.

At the door, she stopped and looked back.

"Wren."

Wren looked up.

Clara's voice was flat. "Going forward, your opponents are going to keep trying to drag you back onto the emotional battlefield. Lawrence, Willow, Vivian, the kids—they will do everything in their power to frame this as a petty personal dispute."

"I know."

"Knowing isn't enough." Clara's tone was icy. "You need to make sure the rest of the world knows that this isn't a domestic squabble. It is a systematic violation of the rules."

Wren held her gaze and nodded.

"Thank you."

Clara refused to accept the olive branch.

"Thank the regulatory board, not me."

After she left, Phoebe stared at the empty doorway for a long moment.

"You know... she is incredibly annoying, but somehow she always manages to keep us from walking into a trap."

Maya typed furiously at her computer. "Being annoying doesn't stop her from being useful."

Phoebe glared at her. "Did all of you go to the same finishing school or something?"

Maya didn't look up. "Yeah. It's called the Cut the Crap Academy."

Joey choked back a laugh, quickly burying his face in his monitor.