Elena didn’t sit. If she sat, she might accept the shape of this—might let the room convince her she belonged in it, that this was normal, that rich men could buy solutions and call it efficiency.“I’m not a thing,” she said, voice low.Adrian returned to his desk with measured steps. “No one said you were.”“You did,” Elena snapped. “In every word you didn’t bother to dress up.”Adrian’s expression remained unreadable. He pressed a button on his desk. The door behind Elena opened. Cynthia stepped in, carrying a slim black folder. She placed it on the desk and left without a sound.Adrian slid the folder toward Elena. “Read.”Elena stared at it. Her hands felt numb.“What is that?” she asked anyway.“The contract.”Elena let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “You already have a contract prepared?”Adrian’s eyes didn’t soften. “I don’t improvise.”Of course he didn’t.Elena’s gaze flicked to the folder, then back to him. “You’re insane.”“Read.”Elena took a step forward, lifted the fol
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