“Come in,” he said coldly.Hmm… I have to face this man every day.I greeted him with a bow. “Good morning, sir. Here is the coffee.” I placed the cup carefully on his desk and turned to leave his office.But before I could reach the door, his icy voice stopped me.“Wait. Take this and sign it.”He handed me an envelope. I frowned, not knowing what was inside, and looked at him in confusion.“You can leave,” he said rudely, dismissing me with a wave.Back at my cabinet, curiosity got the better of me. I tore open the envelope and gasped.“Oh my God! What’s this?”It was a contract. My hands trembled as I read the contents:You will be my wife for one year. Your pay will be given monthly. At the end of the year, it will be over. You must not see anyone else, or you will face the consequences.A contract marriage?!