Would You Like To Sign The Contract Ch 1 Novels & Stories

"I won't fall for one of your tricks to sabotage me again. You have a knack for that." I see hurt cross his face, and he looks at me for several minutes, seemingly contemplating whether to do what I asked or not. But then, he starts typing something on his system. I play with my fingers nervously, waiting for what he has to show me. Then, he turns the system around, showing me the relevant part of the contract, along with my signature. I read through it, and my face fell as I realized I had indeed come across this document and signed it. My anger at myself for not considering this before signing is palpable.

How low you can think of me! " If this is what you want Mr Wright then I've nothing else to say but agree " I forced myself to say those words meanwhile my heart wanted to say something like ' fuck your camping and fuck you! ' but I couldn't say that or else he will fuck up my whole happiness. " If that's then, please sign here " he pulled out a file from his desk drawer before showing me a page where I have to sign. My hand started to shake in fear because I haven't read the paper then how can I sign them. Licking my dry lips I looked up at him to which he glared back at me before saying " Ms Chandra is there something you wanna say? Btw, you can read the papers. It is just a simple contrac

"Of course. After you sign this." I bring out a document from the manila folder—a contract, stating the rules of the arrangement we've made here. Without delay, Claire asks for a pen and quickly signs the contract. No fuss, no complication, and without even reading it over first. A wave of relief washes over me, watching her signature carve into the paper. "There. I signed it." "Good."

I just wanted this over with. ✪𖣔Nicholas𖣔✪ I saw how deflated Corvette’s face became immediately I started discussing the contract but I really have no choice at this point. I’m trying to thread lightly and be very safe here. “That’s your copy, read it fully well and digested everything written inside. I have my own copy, so I'll bring it in later for you to sign likewise.” I stated and all I got from her was a nod. A simple nod.

Simple. Right? Quin slid the pen toward me. “Any other concerns?” I hesitated. Then shook my head. “No.” “Then sign.” I stared at the paper. “Right now?” “Yes.” “You’re very impatient.” Quin’s voice dropped slightly. “I prefer efficiency.” I picked up the pen. My fingers paused above the page.This was it. The moment where common sense should probably stop me. Instead—I signed. The ink dried almost instantly. Quin watched quietly the entire time. When I finished, I pushed the contract toward him.

Belle turned her head away. "I understand." It was like swallowing glass to make the admission. Chloe took a big breath. "And when you want to leave, what happens?" Belle emitted a tremulous laugh. "There isn't a way out." The contract weighed heavily on her palm when she lifted it up. She inhaled deeply before grabbing the pen. She twitched her fingers. She paused, for only a moment. Then she signed, slowly, deliberately, definitively. The paper was soaked by the ink.

She looked up at him. “What does that mean?” She asked. “It means that if there’s something you don’t like that’s written in the contract but you were too lazy to read through it and you skip it, you’ll have no right to protest against it in the future.” It sounded too much like a threat. Her eyes widened as they went through the first page with so much attention. When she was done, she dropped it and went to the next. “Won’t you sign it?” He asked. “I’ll sign any one until after I go through everything,” she said. “I don’t want to be taken by surprise and then regret signing one of them.”

CHAPTER 7 Mia stared at the papers on the table, her fingers brushing lightly over the edge of the pen resting beside them. She didn’t bother reading through the details. She hated being questioned, hated being challenged, and she was determined to prove she could handle whatever this contract entailed. Without hesitation, she picked up the pen. She couldn't help but stare at the bold heading on the first document: "Contract between Mia Meyer and Stefan Sterling." Opening the contract, without a flicker of hesitation, she pressed the pen to the paper and signed her name, her strokes fluid and deliberate.

he said simply. That was not an answer, nor did it help me understand the reason behind all this. But I was here already. I saw no going back from this, and where would I be returning to? Out there, my death was awaiting me. "Can I have a pen?" I whispered, my voice croaked as I watched him bring out a pen from his trousers, handing it over to me. My fingers slowly trailed through the contract, page by page, scanning each word. With some, I read again, trying to digest the words as my hands tightened on the pen. I slowly wrote my signature, signing each page on the contract. My hands lingered for a moment while signing, as they gave a pause. But I had to do this.

I'm only helpful when they can use me. Deciding to wrap up whatever I'm working on, I pace back inside my den and stare at the contract I have been drawing up for Cherise to sign. After all, I have agreed to become a part of her nightly entertainment as a temporary plaything because I want her to sign the deal. And I will get her initials on it, one way or another. Running my eyes through the clauses in the contract, I put in another one that takes them for everything they have if, at some point, they decide it's a good idea to get in my way.