Hanging up the phone there in the entryway, a deep frown appeared on Carolyn Muir's face. Her hand still resting on the receiver, she tried to imagine exactly what was prompting Claymore's sudden visit. "May I be of any assistance?" the Captains voice slipped up behind her, as she felt the inevitable goose bumps roll up her arm. 'Someday,' she thought to herself, 'I'll find a way to hear that voice and not feel like a love struck teenager.' Turning to look up into his attentive blue eyes, she sighed to herself, knowing that this would not be that day. At the same moment she began to tell him about the expected visit by his faux nephew, Claymore was tapping a stack of papers together on his desk. Thoughtfully he carefully slid a paper clip onto the stack and frowned. "I have every right; surely they know I NEED to make a small profit, from time to time anyway. But 'ol spook face won't agree, I know he won't." Wincing a bit at the thought of the inevitable confrontation, he stood, straightened his shoulders, and lifted his chin a bit. Nervously he tapped at the desktop, with a sudden awareness he looked down at his hand, and then he lifted his hand in front of his face, and turned it from side to side in amazement.
"YES!" he shouted, "it's perfect, just slide my hand over the new payment terms and she'll never notice." With a confidence wiggle of his shoulders, he picked up the lease agreement and walked briskly out to the car.