The final pen stroke was slow and deliberate. It scratched across the paper, a sound that carried the weight of years of negotiation. With a soft click, the pen was set down. The other man, who had been waiting, picked up his own pen. He added his signature, his hand steady and quick. The contract was a finished thing now, a binding agreement where before it had just been words on a page. The final act was complete.
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