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I heard the voice of a woman say downstairs. The front door was just below my window, so I could clearly hear everything said. "Yes, yes, that would be me. How may I help you?" He said, with a very fake friendly voice that made me feel like screaming in pain and frustration. How dare he pretend to be a good person after what he had just tried doing to me? How dare he pretend to be nice? "Well, I'm your dear late wife Jisoo's good friend. My name is Mrs Tara Lawson. May I come in?" She said, her voice cheerful.

Willa's face turned ashen, but she still refused to give up. "S-So what if she's your daughter? Connor's company has already signed a letter of intent with Winston Group for a 50-million-dollar—" "Letter of intent?" I interrupted her softly. "Are you sure that is still valid?" I pulled out a document from my handbag. It was that letter of intent Willa mentioned. "This document clearly states on the third page in small print, 'The effectiveness of this contract is conditional on Party B's company representative, Connor Crawford, having a good personal credit record with no significant default history.'"

He rolled it open and I caught the first line. Consensual Intimacy Contract (D/s Terms Private & Confidential) Between Mark Rexona (Dominant Party / Employer) and Teresa Smith (Submissive Party / Employee)

Lisa had clearly thought this through. "I, Ryan Sterling, agree to enter into an exclusive romantic relationship with Lisa Chen for a period of six months from the date of signing this agreement. In exchange, Lisa Chen agrees to provide all assistance and information in her possession to help identify the individual who approached her regarding harm to Cora Sterling. Both parties agree to fulfill their obligations in good faith." Below that was space for both their signatures and the date. "This reads like a contract," Ryan said. "Because it is a contract," Lisa replied. "A binding agreement. I am not naive, Ryan. I know you will try to get out of this the moment I give you what you want. Th

Now, despite everything, I have a moment just for myself to breathe. I can’t deny that part of this tranquility comes from the fact that I’m no longer alone in the financial struggle. Having Alexander by my side, even though everything began as a contract, has provided relief regarding debts and medical expenses. But there’s another part, more complex, that unsettles me: the unexpected relationship that seems to be forming between us.

She cleared her through and picked up her pen, ready to jot down the answers. “What’s the return ratio?” “2.0 percent.” “Over the course of how many years?” David blinked a couple of times, not so quick with his fire response. “Five years to make net.” “Wait, you mean to tell me, you want this company to shell out 13 million on this job with a return ratio of only 2 percent and for the company to even break even is five years?” Val leaned back in her chair and looked at her dad then at Joey.

Pushing that thought to the back of my head because that is the last thing I want to think about right now focusing back on what Gina was saying. After I signed the paper she handed the keys to both the building and the studio, we both walked out the door and she locked the building behind us. "Also I was wondering if anybody else is occupying the building too " i asked her Her face frowned a little at my question ,like she knew I wasn't going to like her answer .