I smiled, then turned and handed the document to Victor. "Mr. Henson, since that's settled, this document is in duplicate. Sign both copies, and I'll take one with me."
I met his eyes. "After all, if anything goes wrong down the line, I'd like to have proof that I did my part."
Something in my tone made Victor pay attention. He straightened up slightly.
He read through the document carefully. Every item was a maintenance protocol for the instrument.
Then he passed it to Sybilla.
She glanced at it the way someone skims a restaurant menu they've already decided on. Then she looked up at me. "This is it, Layla?"
"I've been doing the maintenance work on that machine myself."
"Obviously I know how to maintain it."
She lifted her chin, smug as ever.
I just smiled.
Every bit of that maintenance work had been done under my guidance. She thought she could manage without me.
And now she was scrambling to claim credit right in front of Victor.
I understood perfectly. Sybilla knew this was the moment to grab whatever glory she could, and she knew I wouldn't bother fighting her for it.
I kept smiling, watching as Victor signed both copies and pressed the company stamp onto each one. Only then did I relax.