RHONDA“Contract?” Amos’s eyes narrowed. “Can’t we just make our discussions based on verbal mutual agreement?” he asked.No one could be trusted. I didn’t really know him or his aim of offering to help develop the system that would be used for the fabric, so I had to take extra measures.“I don’t work with people based on verbal agreement,” I muttered flatly, giving no room for argument. “If you think you can’t sign a contract, then I might as well decline your offer.”He held my gaze for a few seconds, then leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly.“You’re tough,” he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. “I like that.”“That wasn’t meant to be likable,” I replied.“I know,” he chuckled. “That’s why I like it.”Silence stretched between us for a moment before he raised both hands slightly in surrender.“Alright. I’ll sign your contract.”I studied him, trying to see if there was any hesitation behind his easy agreement, but there was none. If anything, he looked amused.“Good,” I
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