Best Friend Agreement Contract の小説・ストーリー

" Well, most important to me is how often I get to see the baby, I guess." "You mean access arrangements?" she asked. Kaleb nodded, wincing in the darkness at the coldness of the phrase. "We can have a lawyer draw up some kind of formal agreement, if you’d prefer." Sasha took her head from his chest and leaned over him, even though she could only see the smoky gleam of his eyes in the dim light. "Is that what you want?" He laughed, only it didn’t sound bubbling, or humorous. "I don’t think what I want is relevant."

Her fingers tightened around the document, and she continued reading: Engagement Agreement Party A (the bride-to-be): Emily Party B (the groom-to-be): Alex Term: This agreement shall take effect from the date of both parties’ signatures and will remain in effect for a term of three years. Role Play: Party B agrees to play the role of Party A's spouse, which includes but is not limited to attending company events, engaging in social media interactions, providing emotional support, and supplying personal information, address, and identity usage as needed. Confidentiality: Both parties must keep the details of this agreement and their personal information strictly confidential. No disclosures t

“Yes. By happy coincidence my lawyer saw fit to add it.” “That’s so weird…” I mutter. He takes over from reading. “Next… ‘Strictly Friends Relationship in private: Both parties agree that, outside the scope of this Agreement, they shall maintain a strictly platonic and friends-only relationship in private. This means that any romantic involvement or intimacy beyond the terms specified in this contract shall be strictly prohibited. Any deviation from the strictly platonic and friends-only relationship shall be considered a breach of this Private Agreement.’ I look at him to check his reaction and he’s staring at the paper with a look of distaste. Then he sighs and turns to me. “I’m sorry but

I wanted to scream in frustration with everything, but instead, I gave him my answer. “I understand that. We can be friends with benefits.” I told him, while doing my best not to show the mixture of emotions I was feeling. “You do know what that means right?” He asked, one brow rising as he looked at me. “I know what the term friends with benefits is.” I said, rolling my eyes in amusement. “Just making sure. Don’t want you to get it in your head that we are going to be mated or anything. It is merely a mutual agreement of convenience.” He chuckled, as he turned to look over the side of the building again.

My eyes skimmed the headings, my brain struggling to focus. CONFIDENTIALITY AND NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT… TERMS OF ENGAGEMENT: The Party of the Second Part (hereinafter “the Companion”) shall act as the romantic partner of the Party of the First Part (hereinafter “the Principal”) at agreed-upon social functions… COMPENSATION: The Principal agrees to pay the Companion the sum of two hundred thousand dollars ($200,000) upon satisfactory completion of the term, defined as a period not less than three (3) months and not more than twelve (12) months…

I stopped from breathing and all I want is to get him away from me so that I can be free. "I can make that happen. I can shut my mouth but of course there's a condition," he whispered as if I can't do anything but to obey. "Let's have an agreement," "Keep quiet and your secret will be safe." He made me look at him and he's staring me intently.

Another man approached Bad and handed him a folder. "This is the contract. Please read it carefully before signing," the man said. Aiden carefully read the document, finding nothing suspicious. They might just be asking for more money. The agreement would last for three years, after which there would be no further connection. If Aiden were to breach the confidentiality of the organization, his life would be at stake. Aiden took a pen, pondering for a moment about this agreement, as his life was also bound by it. It was highly dangerous, but if Aiden adhered to the terms of the agreement, he would be fine.

I file it away. He sits across from me and opens the folder. Clean copy of the contract and a second handwritten page beside it. "Amendments," he says. His handwriting is small and even, the same as yesterday. I read each line carefully. Minimum two appearances per week. No social posts without approval from both sides. Full confidentiality from both parties. Two weeks notice for early termination. And at the bottom, pressed a little harder into the page than the rest: No real feelings. This is a transaction.

"If you sign this agreement of intent, you'll be agreeing to a medical examination and psychological evaluation, to be completed today. Contingent upon the results of those evaluations, by signing this agreement you also agree to a one-year relationship with the client to whom you are assigned. One year from the date you are contacted with your assignment, you and the client must mutually agree to continue the relationship or the relationship will be discontinued. "The only exception to this rule, the only way it could be voided, is physical abuse. To date that has never happened with Infidelity. As I've said, we research our clients. However, I'll give you a card with a number. If abuse is

“Okay okay. Just be careful of the guy, that’s all.” “Why? You guys went to school together, isn’t he your friend?” I asked. “More like frenemy. I don’t trust him. So do we have a deal?” “I don’t know.” “It will be just business, nothing more.” He handed me a pen. I took it, wondering whether or not to sign it. “After a month I will be out of your hair for good.” He promised. He sounded like he was telling the truth. I signed it.