Brandon was at his desk, immersed in paperwork, when the knock came. He didn't look up, simply called out, "Come in."
The door opened and Ethan stepped inside, a folder tucked neatly under his arm. His expression was neutral, his movements precise. He crossed the room without hesitation and placed the file directly on Brandon's desk.
"From Fiona," Ethan said. "She signed."
Brandon finally looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. He opened the folder, scanning the pages quickly. The signatures were there, the terms clear: sixteen months in custody, five months of community service, with the warning that missing one would mean an automatic month in jail.
He closed the folder, his tone clipped. "Understood."
Ethan gave a short nod. "That's all."
Without waiting for further conversation, he turned and walked out, the door shutting quietly behind him. Brandon sat back, the folder resting on his desk, finally the brat would pay.
