Third persons POV,
Miranda was busy looking down at her wristwatch as she sat in one of the seats in the meeting room, waiting for them to arrive.
All it takes is just the signature from those bunch of selfish idiots and that would crown the efforts she had put in place for all this whole thing.
Another person was seated with her, his eyes glazing over a file in his hands without his glasses as he didn't really need them to see clearly.
"How did you get them to sing this again?" He turned to look at Miranda his eyes raised slightly as if he didn't believe what he had just seen.
"Oh, come on Garry, sometimes you underestimate what I'm capable of," she smiled proudly at herself thinking back at how she had managed to get it.
It was actually from a fake signature forger he could steal anybody's signature if he puts his mind to it and only the real signature owner would know that it didn't belong to them.
