Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 69

Willow lowered her head, offering no rebuttal.

That was exactly what she wanted to hear.

She needed someone else to say that Wren was being unprofessional.

She needed someone to believe that Wren was abusing her power for a personal vendetta.

Jude looked at her, his voice softening. "Don't worry, I'll help you push this through."

Willow looked up at him, just the right amount of gratitude swimming in her eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Sinclair."

Jude smiled.

"Just call me Jude."

Willow didn't agree right away, simply giving a small, gentle nod.

She knew the hook was set.

That afternoon, in the Stellaris conference room.

Wren divided the Ethics Board materials into three stacks.

"Zeke, you handle organizing the technical risks. Dr. York and I will fill in the clinical compatibility. I'll write up the data access permissions."

Zeke looked a little nervous. "Wren, you have the seminar presentation this Friday. Will you have enough time?"

"I'll have time."

"What about the Langford Medical side?"

Wren looked up.

"If Langford Medical goes through the official channels, we respond through the official channels. If they try to bypass the process, leave a paper trail for every single communication."

She paused.

"Starting today, do not agree to any verbal requests regarding Willow's project off the record."

The conference room fell silent for a moment.

Everyone vaguely sensed that there was drama brewing beneath the surface, but no one pressed for details.

Julian, sitting off to the side, added, "This is a medical pilot, not a favor factory. If a risk slips through, the patients aren't going to suffer any less just because someone's last name happens to be Langford."

With those words, the entire room immediately sobered up.

Wren shot Julian a glance.

He always knew exactly when to step in and ground her directives.

That evening, Wren received a text from Harrison.

[You're going to the seminar on Friday?]

The track at Stellaris was the path she had to firmly walk down all over again.

And Julian and Harrison were completely unexpected factors.

One stood quietly and solidly by her side, never forcing her to look back.

The other stood caught in the gap between the past and the present, heart aching for her, yet restraining himself from crossing the line.

Wren closed her eyes.

When she opened them again, her gaze was completely clear.

Her phone lit up again.

It was Mr. Clarke.

[The first draft of the complaint will be ready for your review tomorrow night. Also: If possible, please compile all public materials regarding Mr. Langford and Willow as soon as you can.]

Wren replied:

[Will do.]

She opened her computer and created a new folder.

She named it:

[Divorce Evidence]