Sign Here 소설 & 이야기

I said, emphasizing the urgency. "This deal isn’t just big…it’s massive. Billions of dollars are on the table, sir." Still no reaction, but I knew he could hear me. I had already seen him respond earlier. "The only issue," I continued, letting out a small sigh for effect, "is that your signature is needed to finalize the contract. And since you’ve been... unavailable, it’s caused a bit of a delay." I shifted on my feet, trying to seem casual yet firm. "If you want this contract signed," I said, choosing my words carefully, "all I need is a signal. Just raise one finger if you agree that this deal should go through."

He set the quill down and looked at Rafe across the table. Something passed between them. Not friendship — too new and complicated for that. But recognition. The acknowledgment of two people who had stood on opposite sides of the same terrible thing and chosen, together, to put it down. Caden signed. Then Soren. Their betas witnessing beside them. The elders signed as pack representatives. Miriam's hand was steady. Helena's was not — but it moved, and the signature it left was as real as anyone else's. Reyna signed for the Order's ongoing liaison presence, her name beneath Aldric's in a hand that was very controlled and very deliberate.

My hand shakes when I pick it up. This is the first time I’ve signed something that binds *him* instead of me. And I hope he knows exactly what that means. The last time I signed something with his name near it, I didn’t understand what I was trading. This time, I do. “This doesn’t fix anything,” I say, even as I lower the tip to the paper. “No,” he says. “It just means I can’t pretend I didn’t hear you.” I sign. Luna Valentina Rossi‑Moretti.

He picked up the graphite pen from the table's surface. He signed. Not dramatically. He just signed, the way you signed something when you'd finished deciding that the signing was what needed to happen. The Alpha beside him signed. Then the next one. One by one, moving around the table without apparent coordination, without anyone telling them it was time, the remaining unsigned members of the basin delegation put their names on the Sovereign Declaration pages that Sarah had placed on the table two days ago and that had been waiting. Elena watched them. At some point Xander appeared at the chamber entrance, moving carefully with his bandaged hands, and stood beside her.

The color drαined from her skin‚ αnd she stood up so fαst her chαir screeched αcross the floor. “Whαt?!” “Sign it‚” I sαid‚ my voice low but firm. Dαvid plαced α pen beside the pαpers. “It’s αll there. Everything hαs been properly documented. Αll you need to do is sign.” “No‚” she sαid‚ shαking her heαd violently. “No‚ I won’t sign it. You cαn’t mαke me sign it. Never.”

"Are you sure?" I looked him dead in the eyes. "Where do I sign?" I asked. He held my gaze for a long‚ heavy moment. Then he pointed to the line at the bottom of the last page. I pressed the pen to the paper. The tip trembled against the signature line for just a second before I forced my hand steady and wrote my name in full. Skye Elaine Moore.

“There. Official.” I exhaled, then slid the paper back toward me. The sight of his signature made it real. At least now I had something holding him accountable. I held out my hand stiffly. “Handshake to seal it.” He took my hand, his grip firm but not rough. “Deal.” I pulled my hand back quickly, wiping my palm on my jeans under the table. He leaned forward again. “Since we’re official now, one condition from me. You’ll come to my party this Friday.”

“Well?” I look over. “Well what?” “Sign it before they come to their senses.” I snort, but still, my finger hovers over the digital document for a second before I finally tap my signature into place. Skylar Johnson. Done, that’s all it takes. One signature and suddenly my life has a new zip code. I stare at the confirmation screen for a second, trying to absorb the reality of what I’ve just done. Then I unintentionally say out loud, “This feels like a fever dream.”

I replied her, grabbing the pen. "Do you even have an idea about how to sign?" Cara asked and I gulped. "It can't be that hard, just some scribbling," I replied to her and grabbed the papers I was to sign on. "Sign here ma," she said, indicating to me the spot where I was to sign. "Sure," I mumbled and signed on the papers. My signature seemed stupid, I just wrote a big Sam and scribbled nonsense on it. "Thank you ma, here is your package," she said, handing a still dumbfounded me the package.