8. Epilogue
One year later
I tap my foot nervously, staring at the walls of Cressida Griffin’s office. Her North Carolina license to practice law hangs in a thick wooden frame behind her desk next to her college and law school diplomas. She stares at me from across her desk. In her crisp black suit, she’s all business—and rather intimidating.
She slides a document across her desk. “Are you sure about this?”
“You’re kind of scary, do you know that?” Oz mutters.
Cressida grins. “Thank you.”
I scan through the document, just to make sure it’s identical to the one I previously reviewed. “I’m sure,” I say, signing my name in blue ink and sliding the document over to Oz.
“I’m sure, too,” he says, signing his name next to mine.
Cressida shakes our hands in turn. “Congratulations, gentleman. You’re officially business owners and partners. I hope Mercury Ridge Storm Chaser Tours is a huge success.”