Millionaire's Woman

He pulled her out of the chair and kissed her.

A while later, they came out of the office into the conference room and headed for the door.

Hibbert watched as the couple, smiling at each other, strolled toward the door. He frowned. “Where are you two going?”

“To the courthouse,” Ellie replied. “To get married.”

“B-b-but what about the prenuptial agreement?” Larry sputtered.

“Ellie and I have written up our own arrangement.” Garek looked at the roomful of lawyers. “You have this afternoon to come up with an agreement acceptable to both sides. Otherwise, you’re all fired.”

Without another word, Garek and Ellie strolled out of the room.

“This afternoon!” Mr. Rathskeller exclaimed. “That’s impossible.”

Hibbert, who was still staring after the couple thoughtfully, turned his eaglelike gaze on the lawyer. “Nothing’s impossible. Write up something fair and equitable. That’s all you have to do. But you’d better get to it instead of sitting around bellyaching.”

The lawyers grumbled as they opened their briefcases and pulled out sheaves of paper.

“Love,” one of them muttered in disgust.

Hibbert moving over to stand by the window, frowned deeply, his eyebrows beetling. He was about to make a comment, when he saw Garek and Eleanor come out of the front door of the building. Apparently too impatient to wait for the limo, Garek hailed a taxi and the couple climbed in. As they drove away, through the rear window Hibbert could see the two of them kissing.

The corner of his mouth lifted.

“Yes,” he murmured, sounding wistful. “Love.”