"No," Charls said, still walking away until he had turned a corner and disappeared.
Two minutes later, when he reappeared, he had a tablet device in his hand and his finger was flying all over its screen like a master artist. From the side of it, he pulled out something that looked like a small black stick before he handed everything to Eleanor. There was a form there, with her name and details and an empty box meant for her signature.
"You need to sign the release form saying that you've claimed the machine in good condition." And while Eleanor had every right to inspect it, something about Charls' stance and look discouraged it. He had personally handled that assignment, after all. Of course everything works. "A copy will be e-mailed to you shortly."