We are a fraud

I grabbed the pen and immediately signed the damn contract; at this point, it's useless to make things difficult for myself.

"Okay, it's signed. Now, can you tell me what comes next?" I slid the document and pen to his side. "I expect a copy of this document, as I don't want to deal with a fraudster or someone who wants to harm me."

"What?" He opens his eyes wide. "That must be a joke. I would never hurt you or deceive you. Remember, this is a business deal, and you can't tell anyone about it except for my secretary, who recommended you."

"My intentions are not to offend you. I just want to be straightforward."

"Yes, that's direct. I don't know what indirect is," he babbles.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing," he shakes his head. "The next step is that I'll give you this card, so you can send me messages. You'll receive information about everything we'll do from now on."

"Perfect. If you need another meeting, please schedule it after work, as I doubt they'll give me permission to le