The corridor outside the meeting room is colder than the room was, and Eugene is already there, straightening his cuff.
"You are allowed to say no,"
he says, without preamble, and it is the first true thing anyone has said to you all evening.
"The contract has a page for it. My father will shout, and your father will be embarrassed, and the paperwork will still be void if you sign that page, and I will not come after you."
He holds the door open, and he does not step through it first.