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Or maybe not. Camille tapped a mauve fingernail on the contract she’d just delivered. “Maybe I can get them to act fast on this deal so we can be through with it once and for all.” She said. “I’d be more than willing to do that,” Wendy said, suddenly allowing a glimmer of hope to bloom inside her that there might be a way around this. She just hoped nothing was going to go wrong with the baby. The alcohol thing bothered her.

The thoug‌h‌t s⁠ent eq​ual parts​ of terror and forbidden excitement rac​ing thr‌ough his veins. “⁠What kind‌ of contract?” he asked. Adrian r​eached behind him and s​lid‌ a thick fold‍er across the desk. “Read it thoroughly.” Eth‍an op‍ened it.‌ The fi‌rst page w​as clinic‍al, brutal, no e‌moti‍o⁠nal at​tachment,‍ no‌ personal question‌s,‌ no phys​ic‌al⁠ contac​t unles​s explicitly permi​tted,​ and co⁠mplete obedience. Viol⁠atio‍n‌ of‍ any rules res⁠ults i​n imme​di‍ate termination and repayment of all compensati‌o​n r‌eceived.

“ That is a contract, you will see a list of terms you would follow once you sign it” How confident. He was so sure in fact he had no doubt I would refuse. What an arrogant asshole. “You're awfully proud of someone who needs my help”. He smirked and a small laugh on his lips. “Don't get me wrong, I don't need your help. I am offering you a solution to your problem”. He stated. I ignored his words. I reached for the file with slightly trembling fingers. Slowly, I flipped it open. The contract was neatly typed, the terms laid out well and numbered. I started reading it. I read through it.

"I don't have the documents here and we need witnesses maybe you'll stop by the office tomorrow with a witness and we can sign the contract." She nodded. "Can I get part of the money now?" She asked hopefully "We've not signed it yet, Diane." He said but looking at her face, the hope slipping away, he pulled open the table drawer and brought out a bundle of money, "this should be a hundred thousand dollars or more." He handed her the money and her face lit up a little. "Thanks." She turned and left. ____________________________________ Heading back to the hospital she took time to think about what happened, what she did after Andrew phone call.

I'm cut off when a small book is passed across the table to me. "Sign the papers, Rosalie," he says referring to the contract in front of me. "What's this?" I ask, refusing to touch the paper or read the content. "See for yourself." I pull the booklet closer to me and read the heading that states "CONTRACTUAL AGREEMENT BETWEEN ROSALIE MAXWELL AND NICOLAS SINCLAIR." I skim over the pages as carefully as I can my eyes widening at every instance of the darn contract. This wasn't a contract it's bloody ownership! I place the paper on the table, and despite my rising anger, I calm myself. I remind myself that he is my boss and I can lose this job if care isn't taken.

I Start reading the contract paper well. You have read and understood every information written in this file You will not try to do any harm to Christian William in any way. You cannot share their personal information with any enemy company. You also cannot share any information written in this file with anyone else like family ,friends etc. If you are found doing this then you have to deposit a large amount as penalty.. And after that whatever will happen to you ,is responsible only and only you... After reading this contract, my mind completely wandered. At first, after reading this file, I do not understand why the file of this method has been prepared and now this contract from above?...

Nina's POV We would like to sign a contract with you just like I stated in my mail to you. Our company is really intrigued by your new book titled "The Doctrines" and we are here with the contract for you to go through and sign. In the contract, all the benefits you will enjoy when we publish the book for you are stated there and the designs of your book cover as well as editing are inclusive." Mr. Gonzalez finished, stretching the contract to Stella, my secretary.

“You want to know what you owe?.” “Yes,” I said quickly. “I’ll pay it all. Just don’t…” He pulled a folder from the seat and dropped it on my lap. My contract, the one I signed, shaking, when I thought I had no choice. “Read it,” he said softly. “Page thirteen.”