Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 153

The conference room fell silent for several seconds.

Maya couldn't help but blurt out, "So you're just handing out free money without asking for a slice of the pie?"

Harrison chuckled. "My family doesn't make a habit of losing money. Xander needs a pristine medical charity brand, and Stellaris needs third-party credibility. We both get exactly what we want."

His candidness was remarkably refreshing.

Wren studied the document in front of her. "Why Stellaris?"

Harrison's gaze shifted to her.

This time, he didn't look away.

"Because you're willing to admit that the project delay is an actual problem, rather than spinning it as some strategic adjustment," he said softly. "In the medical industry, there aren't many people willing to own up to their flaws."

Wren stayed silent.

Harrison added, his voice dropping slightly, "And because I know you would never trade a patient's well-being for a corporate victory."

As his words hung in the air, Phoebe remained uncharacteristically quiet, and Maya abandoned her usual teasing.

Julian cast a glance at Harrison.

The two men locked eyes briefly across the conference table.

There was no hostility, nor any forced pleasantries.

Just a silent acknowledgment of exactly why they were both standing there.

Daisy, ever the straightforward one, chimed in. "So does the Patient Advisory Board get compensated from this fund?"

Harrison blinked, then let out a laugh. "Of course. Advisory work is labor and should be compensated accordingly."

Daisy nodded in approval. "Then you have my support. I'm tired of patients constantly being asked to donate their stories and trauma for free, only to be told they should be grateful for the exposure."

Harrison gave her a serious nod. "You're absolutely right. I'll make sure that clause is explicitly added to the foundation's terms."

Watching the exchange, Wren felt the heavy weight that had been crushing her chest for days finally begin to lift.

This wasn't a miraculous victory falling into her lap.

The project was still delayed, Langford Medical was still ahead, and the upcoming gala still loomed like a threat.

But at least a new foundation was being laid.

There were different kinds of people sitting around this table now.

Patients, doctors, foundation heads, tech experts, and legal advisors.

No one was blindly shielding anyone else; instead, everyone was bringing their own essential puzzle piece to the table.

When the meeting wrapped up, Harrison didn't leave immediately.

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