"Certainly Mr. Leatherwell. I'll see to it myself."
"No need for that. The papers are all drawn up. Our legal department will vouch for their correctness. Just sign here." Leatherwell spread out the paper and handed Magnan a pen.
"Wouldn't it be a good idea to read that over first?" Retief said.
Leatherwell frowned impatiently. "You'll have adequate time to familiarize yourself with the details later, Retief," Magnan snapped, taking the pen. "No need to waste Mr. Leatherwell's valuable time." He scratched a signature on the paper.
Leatherwell rose, gathered up his papers from Magnan's desk, dumped them into the briefcase. "Riff-raff, of course. Their kind has no business in the Belt."
Retief rose, crossed to the desk, and held out a hand. "I believe you gathered in an official document along with your own, Mr. Leatherwell. By error, of course."
"What's that?" Leatherwell bridled. Retief smiled, waiting. Magnan opened his mouth.
"It was under your papers, Mr. Leatherwell," Retief said. "It's the thick one, with the rubber bands."
Leatherwell dug in his briefcase, produced the document. "Well, fancy finding this here," he growled. He shoved the papers into Retief's hand.