The Contract Has Been Sealed Novels & Stories

The contract sat on the desk, sealed and perfect. And outside, the sirens began to wail.

His eyes flickered but never changed. His head bowed towards the paperwork as his right hand reached for a seal on his desk, “then it’s a done deal isn’t it, you have 2 years and 3 months left on this contract,” his eyes locked with mine as he placed the seal between where I had signed and Ursala’s signature was.

He gently wiped his eyes as he cleared his throat. "If I don't only have chosen to find someone for the contract, I would have already freed you, but in these circumstances, you are already linked to me, the moment I let you have my blood to save you that night, is like signing the contract." My eyebrows arched as I tried to scrutinize his words. Contract what? His blood to save me? What is he talking about? "Take this as my advance apology. " He handed me a book. As I focused my eyes on it, I can't help but widened it. I snatched it from his hands then hugged it tightly.

He put a piece of paper on the table. “A contract?” He nodded. “I just need to make sure that you will honor your words. It is legal.” I stared at the contract and saw that it has a legal seal. It also has a signature so I nodded and took all of it. “I will call you right after I make a decision.”

In a small adjoining room, he stamped and signed the certification slip, then disappeared into the back office to make the copy. I stood by the window, staring at the skyline beyond the frosted glass. My mind was racing, not with fear—but with certainty. Five minutes later, he returned, handing me the folder with care. “Here you go. Certified and logged.” “Thank you,” I said, taking it with both hands. The embossed seal shimmered faintly under the light — proof made tangible. Inside was the contract linking Maison Vivra and Graveswell Holdings through ProcureEx Trading Ltd. Dates. Signatures. Payment routes. Everything the media didn’t yet know — but would, if this ever saw daylight.

I reassured. "Well, it is already. We can't harbour you here anymore. You can leave now. We are sealing the deal too, so your effort here would not have to be a waste of time," Mr. Khoza said. "What?" I squealed as my face flushed. "Here is the contract," one of the men cladded in suit said, as he opened a briefcase and extracted a piece of paper from it. He walked to my side of the table and dropped it in front of me alongside a pen. "Sign it."

A contract. Formal and sealed. Dated five years and three months ago, two months before Shadowmoon burned. I read it standing up because my legs hadn't decided yet whether they were going to keep working. Clinical language, transaction terms, a pack, a location, a timeline and payment structured around completion and silence and the kind of precision that meant someone had spent time on this. I had thought about it carefully and had made sure it would hold. My pack. My wolves. Forty seven names I didn't need written down to remember.

Can I walk away? But my heart sank with the reminder. I already signed the contract. My name was on it. Binding. Sealed. Final. I had no choice. Unless…

“Three and a half. Final offer.” Adrian’s lips twitched slightly before he extended his hand. “Done.” Raj clasped it firmly, sealing the deal. With negotiations complete, their legal teams swiftly updated the contract. Raj carefully read through every clause before signing his name in bold strokes. Adrian followed, his own signature solidifying the partnership. As they rose from their seats, Adrian adjusted his cufflinks. "Looks like we’ll be seeing more of each other." Raj gave a curt nod."Seems so."

I said the second my secretary picked up. Within seconds, Jeremy was on the line. "Mr. Voss. Morning." "The Milan deal," I said. "I want those contracts signed and delivered to my office today. No delays." I needed to conclude the Milan deal today and move on to the next deal. "Understood, sir. Everything has been finalized on their end. The courier is en route." "Good." I hung up without saying goodbye. I didn’t have time for pleasantries. Especially not today. There was a board meeting in about two hours. And we had to discuss a potential acquisition of a wine company that had been on our radar for months. They were family owned, prestigious, French and expensive.