Meanwhile, Vaughn's mind was set, his pulse steady.
This was his father they had locked away, and he would stop at nothing to see him free..
Finally, the lawyer's phone buzzed in his hand.
He looked at the message, relief flooding his face, though the dread hadn't completely lifted.
He stepped back into Vaughn's office, carefully keeping his gaze low. Vaughn looked up, his face a mask of patient, frigid expectation.
"We… we're close, Mr. Vaughn. I've just received confirmation. He'll be out within the hour."
Vaughn nodded, his expression giving nothing away. "Good. I'll hold you to that."
The lawyer swallowed, nodding quickly before turning to leave, the weight of Vaughn's words trailing him like a shadow.
Vaughn sat alone, a quiet satisfaction settling into his features as he leaned back.
The clock ticked ominously in Vaughn's office, the only sound in the tension-filled space.
