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I read line seven, checked the access clause, then the signature page. SASHA RIVERA Founder & Principal Architect Aster House RAFAEL MORETTI Executive Review Authority Moretti Holdings Two names. Not the one we had once shared. Much better. I signed first. Black ink moved quickly across the paper. A large S, a sharp curve, Rivera written cleanly without hesitation. The same signature I used for contracts, the deed to my house, payroll, Max’s school enrollment, and everything I had built after Milan. I set down the pen. Rafael didn’t immediately take the document. He stared at it far too long for a man who had spent the last forty minutes reading structural drawings without blinking.

The year I was at my most starry-eyed, I gave up my chance to study overseas. Over my parents' furious objections I married my boyfriend and took in the abandoned baby he'd picked up off the side of the road. From that day on I poured everything I had into that household and into raising that child. Thirty years of it. And just when our son was grown and settled and I thought I might finally get to breathe, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. The treatment cost a fortune. I was about to reassure my husband and my son that I had the money. Instead, they got angry. "What do you mean, your money? That's this family's money. This disease is a bottomless pit. You could throw everything

To summarize the reports that the other shop’s customers want, including signing some approval documents on behalf of the boss under the authority assigned. “Sis, the boss has called to say he wants to meet you,” Sitra said as she placed the documents for her. “I have emailed this document. But the customer wants a paper file with the boss’s signature. If I go to the boss, leave the documents for him to sign. The customer asks for tomorrow. I will go in the afternoon to meet and bring it to you.” Mirawadee nods as she picks up the document and moves up from her chair. Before turning to speak to Sitra.

Pak Arya showed Stefan his administrative files, such as photocopies of diplomas, certificates and the like, and then showed him a five-sheet document, the employment agreement he had signed. "This labour agreement is no longer valid. I will burn it later. This is the latest one," Pak Arya continued, handing over another document. "If you used to sign it online, now you sign it in person." Stefan reached for the ink pen that Mr Arya had provided, skimmed through it, because he knew what the employment agreement said, and put two signatures on the document. Stefan would be under contract for the next five years. "Thank you, Mr Arya. I will work to the best of my ability."

I have nothing to lose; Federico gave me no choice the moment he took my ex away from me. “I'll sign.” I declared. He nodded, signaling the file in front of me. I do not have to bother to even go through the entire document; I signed where my signature was needed, and for the collateral, I paused for a second. A sudden wave of pride set in my heart; I wrote his name in bold letters: Federico Grey Volkov. Once I had completed the paperwork, I pushed the file back to him.

I'm pretty sure he'd kill me if i didn't sign it. Javier gestured to a table set neatly in the garage. Two files rested on it. I slowly walked towards it and opened the first one. My name stared back at me, printed neatly at the top. I signed without reading, my hand shaking, the ink uneven and rushed. I didn’t even care anymore, I just wanted to leave. Javier indicated another line. I signed again. He separated the documents, handing one back to me. The moment the pen left my fingers, I turned around and ran.

“I wouldn’t do this. I swear.” Davis leaned back, watching me carefully. “Then who would?” I shook my head. “I don’t know. But not me.” Damien scoffed, shaking his head. “Come on. You really think a signature on a piece of paper is solid proof? Do you know how easy it is to forge a signature these days?” Davis folded his hands. “We have experts…”

He walks over and hands the document to Draaven. "Here". Draaven hands the file to me. I stare at the two men tentatively before reaching out to pluck it out of his hands. Taking out the single paper inside, I read the header. This is the file containing the terms and conditions of this agreement. "You'll sign that". Draaven says, jerking his head at the paper in my hands. I deflate visibly as my eyes bore into the second condition written. He's really not calling it off. The tears prickle my eyes sharply. It's too late, there's nothing I can do now. I eject a claw and pierce my thumb, and a bright, bubble of red wells up automatically. My hand trembles visibly as I bring my finger down to t

Natalia asked. “Here.” He said, handing the file over to her. Natalia brought out the papers. Piero used his fingers to show her different parts of the papers. “These places are not for him to sign. All you would need here are my signatures.” Piero switched the papers. “But he has to sign in two places. Here, and here. It’s not compulsory for him to sign in any other place. And your signature too would go here and here. Just opposite his, you understand?”

I smiled as Sharon knew what I had to do and she knew exactly what I wanted. “Yes, that does sound accurate.” I admitted. “Great.” He said shuffling a few documents within the file folder, adding ‘sign here’ stickers to random pages. “Mrs. Freemont, I will need your signature on the pages with the stickers.” He said handing me the documents. “What is this?” I said scanning a few pages, all of it looked like legal jargon to me. “This is our standard contract that states you will become a member of our elite escort service.”