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Smile real. Beautiful. I almost called. Almost hit the button. Instead I opened my email. Scrolled through the usual junk. Spam. Promotions. Then one from Marcus Reeds. Australian Golf Association. Subject line: Final Offer. My stomach dropped. I opened it. *Jackson,* *We've been patient. We've given you space. But we need an answer.* *The spot on the Australian tour is still yours. Sponsorship included. Full support. Everything you've worked for.* *But we need your commitment by December 20th.*

Clicked it open, heart pounding like maybe this was finally something. The message was short. Too short. Subject: Job Offer: Urgent Dear Scarlett, We are in need of a nurse for 24/7 care for a terminally ill patient. The position is urgent and requires immediate attention. Due to confidentiality, further details will be provided upon acceptance. If you are interested, please reply immediately. Kind regards, Clientele.

He drops the sheet on the table, without a word. Chloé picks it up, reads. A stifled sound, between a sob and a laugh, escapes her. —It's… it's a purchase offer. — For what? I ask, my throat dry. — For everything, Raphaël breathes. The sawmill. The tannery. The transport company. The printing press. A global offer. With… with a clause for total exclusion of the current owners. Cold invades me, sharp and precise. This isn't help. It's predation. Perfect, clean predation, executed from a distance.

"May I see it?" "Of course. I have a copy here." Edward examines the document, comparing it with the plan. "And do you own it outright?" "No, I do have a loan on the land." "A large loan? Secured on the plot?" "Yes, but I have it covered. Are you interested?" "Yes, in principle at least, I'm interested. May I keep these?" "Of course, I brought these as your copies. And I took the liberty of producing this." Al offers across a thin folder. "It's a summary of my suggested ideas and Heads of Terms on what we might do."

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“He thought you might react this way, which is why there’s another offer.” I raise a brow. “He would like to offer you admission to Royal Elite Academy this September.” My jaw nearly sweeps the floor. “Qu…Royal Elite Academy?” “He’s offering a full scholarship, including room and board, all expenses paid. Royal Elite Academy is ranked number one in the country…”

Mrs Kelly's POV I read the file cover to cover with each term and conditions getting better as the number progresses. I flipped to the last page and one amazing statement caught my attention. //The party B is allowed to sign and have other deal with other fashion company as this isn't an exclusive offer but a non exclusive offer.// My eyes widened as I read that line again to be sure I wasn’t mistaken or hallucinating. I could have a deal with other modelling firms? I was free too?

No threats. Ping. The sound shatters the peace like a glass hitting the floor. It’s Alex’s phone. On the nightstand. We both freeze. Alex reaches out, his arm tense. He grabs the phone. He reads the screen. His jaw tightens. "What is it?" I whisper. He turns the screen to me. From: Harlan Voss hvoss@voss-capital.com Subject: Final Offer Mia, Alex, I assume you're together. How touching. Here is the deal:

And I don’t want to say that out loud. “Before you disappear completely,” Luca says, dropping a folder in front of me, “look at this.” “I’m not disappearing.” Mara makes a noise like she doesn’t believe me at all. I pull the folder closer anyway. “What is it?” “Offer.” That gets my attention. I open it. Numbers. Layouts. Projections. A proposal that looks… real. Too real to ignore. I go through it once, then again, slower. The paper feels slightly cool under my fingers, the ink sharp and black against the white page.