He turned and grinned.
“Chase Everett,” he said. “You still look like a guy who’d rather buy the building than put his name on the door.”
“I did buy the building,” I said.
He laughed once. “Good. Tell me why I’m here before some peacock downstairs sells me fiction.”
So I did.
I gave him the short version first, then the documents. Ownership structure. Licensing rights. Logan’s attempted reclassification. My firm’s actual role. Peter read fast and asked sharp questions. I answered all of them.
When I finished, he tucked the papers back into the folder and looked at me with something like old pride.
