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But this is where their story needed to end. Off Limits was never about perfection. It was about crossing lines, paying the price, and choosing love anyway. It was about two people who weren’t supposed to want each other—and did. Who weren’t supposed to heal each other—and did. Who weren’t supposed to become home—and somehow became exactly that. Callie and Grayson don’t need more chapters to prove their love. They fought for it. They bled for it. They claimed it in the light, not the shadows. Letting them live quietly, fiercely, and fully after the final page is the greatest mercy I could give them.

There were wine stains on the page, but Clayton’s signature and fingerprint were clear. Her friend raised her chin proudly. “Sophie worked hard for this. You’d better sign it. I need a copy.” I raised an eyebrow. She was cautious, but it was not necessary. I signed and made a copy. Only then did Sophie’s friend leave satisfied. As I looked at the papers in my hands, I smiled genuinely for the first time since I came into this world. “Thank your friend for me.” Everything was finally settled. By the system’s rules, Clayton and I were no longer tied together.

I said. He walked in with a smile. “You’re hard to reach.” “On purpose,” I said. He placed another file on my desk. “This is my final offer.” “I said no already,” I said. “Just read it,” he said. “I doubled the valuation.” I shook my head. “You still don’t get it.” He frowned. “Everyone has a price.” “Not me,” I said. “You can’t buy freedom.” He said, “Freedom doesn’t pay bills.”

"No, the last offer is 80 dollars. If you want to get in then you will have to give me 80 dollars . Or else make your way." "Fine I will give you 80 dollars . "

Jeffrey explains. “His offer is currently the main contender. It makes my life easier if the two of you can defend your proposals head to head.” Taking a deep breath, I nod and open my folder. Laying down my offer is simple. I skip all the heavy business language. There’s no need for complicated charts or long reports. I point out the exact numbers on the page. I show him the clear path to higher profits. There are no hidden fees in Mason's offer. Explaining exactly how Mason’s firm can offer Jeffrey more money and better control takes only five minutes.

“I offered to make you my whore, but you declined.” “I’m not going to fuck you for money when I’d gladly fuck you for free.” “First rule of business, if you’re good at something, never do it for free.” The waitress came back with the tab, and he quickly signed it before he shut the folder. “If you’d taken that offer, you’d have the best job in the world—if you ask me.” He pulled out his phone and texted his driver.

"Tell her to keep dreaming! That agreement is fake! I don't believe she can do anything. Take her down!" I let out a quiet sigh. If that was his answer, then there was nothing left to say. Three minutes later, a 24-page PDF hit the internet. Unity Holdings shot straight to the top of the trending list. When Paul saw it, he collapsed back into his chair.

she propositioned. I coldly curled the corners of my lips and retorted, "Three thousand? Isn't that a little low?" Freya furrowed her attractive brows and replied, "Hey, I know the price. Three thousand is not bad, right?" I sneered. "You seem to be quite knowledgeable." She hesitated for a moment and then said, "Alright! Since you're so high-priced, I'll add another 500. Three thousand five hundred, that's my final offer!"