Lila
"Mr. Burnstein, it has been a very stressful few days for all of us. I know for you as well. I appreciate that you're attempting to ensure there's no confusion, but frankly, I don't have the patience. Does this, at it's heart, boil down to you telling us that these papers are legally binding, that they were prepared by Dane himself, and that our only way to challenge them is through the legal system?"
She sat at a small conference table in the Lawyer's office, Chris to her right, and Mr. Burnstein and his younger partner across the table.
"Well… yes, Delilah. That is the core of it."
"Excellent. If you need us to sign anything to the effect that we understand that and you have done your duty, I would be happy to do that—you too, Chris?"
She turned to Chris, who grinned and nodded. But the smile fell off his face even before she turned back to the lawyers. He was wound tigher than a guitar string, and Lila thought she knew why.
