Novel & Cerita This Contract Is Sealed

Everyone’s eyes widened after taking a look at the contract. This was indeed a formal contract, and the terms written in the contract were all very clear and simple with no ambiguous marginal terms or any contents that would hide any form of business risks at all. At the end of the contract, there was also Nippon Steel’s official seal and Shinwa’s signature. It was indeed a true and valid contract. At this time, everyone could not help but feel very pleased and happy.

The Interagent handed over a tiny needle to me and I pricked my thumb at four positions so the blood spread completely. With my bloody thumb, I stamp my thumbprint on the contract pages until the last one. "I believe that's all" I handed over the needle to the Interagent and she replied calmly, "Yes, the contract is sealed now and a copy of it will be sent to you in less than 48 hours" She collected the documents and arranged them in the briefcase before sealing it close. "I'll be on my way then" I turned to leave but her voice stopped me, "We're done officially but unofficially.... We're not"

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.

I could hear collective exhales from different seats, the moment I finally breathed, “I accept.” Soon as I finally agreed. Adrian’s assistant walked over to him with a file, and a pen. Adrian took it from him and signed, flipping through pages and leaving his signature at the end of each one. He closed the file as he finished, his assistant took it and handed it over to Mr. Lancaster, who also signed some pages, before finally handing it down to me. A scoff escaped my breath when I saw what the file was about. It was a contract. An agreement that I couldn't back out from this later on till the project was completed.

I laughed nervously, picking the contract up and flipping through the pages. "This is serious. Ethan can't find out. His mother can't either. This stays between us. By signing this, you are agreeing to keep this confidential. If you go against this contract, I have a right to stop all payments and cut off communication between the two of you." Dane said. I felt the lump in my throat grow. I don't have a reason to feel nervous about this. Eth won't find out. He never will. I am going to make sure of it.

He was seated behind his desk. A folder rested in front of him. He didn’t waste time and passed it to me. “This is the contract,” he said. I saw my name, his name, some terms and confidentiality. Somthing about public appearences and exclusivity? “You may read it,” he said, actually warned me. I should have read every line but Murphy’s threat rang louder in my head than logic. I picked up the pen and signed the contract. He watched me the entire time. “It’s done,” I said quietly.

Why did that feel… significant? "This isn’t dating. It’s business. Remember the contract?" "Ah yes, the sacred Fake Relationship Contract. Page 7, subsection B: “Thou shalt not catch feelings.”" Her throat went dry. He’d turned it into a joke, but the words hit harder than she wanted them to.

Sean slid a folder over to Elena. "This is the contract," he said briefly. Elena opened the folder and read the contents. Her blue eyes moved quickly, trying to digest every word. The contract contained the terms of their agreement, including a clause stating that Elena was not to have a relationship with another man as long as she was part of Sean's life. "Is all this necessary?" asked Elena, looking at Sean worriedly. Sean leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. "I always make sure that everything I want is written down. That way, there won't be any misunderstandings."

Joel was waiting at the entrance, tablet in hand, earpiece in, the specific posture of a man who had seen my face from across a parking lot and had already begun rearranging things. "Tomorrow's nine o'clock is confirmed," he said, falling into step beside me without preamble. "Davies called — their team wants to push to ten." "Nine stands." "I told them that." He swiped something on the tablet. "Marchetti's assistant reached out. He wants a private lunch before you leave New Jersey." "Friday." "You leave Thursday evening." "Then Thursday lunch." "Done." He swiped again. "The revised contract document will be ready by seven tomorrow morning. I've asked the legal team to flag every clause we d

I forced down the churning, maddening tangle of feelings and made myself get back to business. "To dissolve the contract, besides both our signatures, by the rules it also needs the seal of an elder of the older generation. Grandmother is the key person," I said stiffly. "But Grandmother goes in for high-risk surgery tomorrow. She absolutely cannot be shocked. So the signing and the seal can only happen after her surgery, once she's completely stable. Until then, we'll announce to everyone that we've amicably separated." I paused, then laid out the second reason I'd come.