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CHAPTER 5
The next morning I wake up and I do my morning routine of prayers and exercise. I am wearing a white crop sweater, grey and white plaid pants, white converse sneakers, a black hajib, and carry a black satchel bag. I am eating cinnamon French toast sticks with coffee for breakfast in the kitchen when Ismail walks in, looking handsome and as arrogant as ever. ‘I wonder what he is doing here?’
“Umit, here is the contract. I just need you to sign it and then we are fine,” Ismail places a piece of paper in front of me.
“Why did you not give me these last night?” I ask, grabbing a pen from my bag so that I can sign it.
“I forgot to give it to you last night.”
“Here, I have signed it. But I wanted to ask, what will happen if I breach the contract,” I ask because I didn’t bother to read the whole contract again.
“You will pay me $10,000!” Ismail grins.
“I will pay WHAT!” I yell in disbelieve.
“$10,000 and also pay for dry cle
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