Chapter Nine
One morning the following week Elizabeth was at her office when her secretary came in with an envelope.
“Special delivery,” he said.
Elizabeth looked up at him. Were his trousers especially tight today? He did have a nice ass, she thought. One of these days, maybe…
She opened the envelope. Inside was a note from Matt. ‘Draft contract. You have the right to comment, though ultimate decisions are mine. Come and see me tonight.’
She glanced rapidly through the contract. It was pretty much what she expected. She put it away in a locked drawer. Before she left her office that evening she got it out and sat at her desk, considering carefully. OK, it was just a piece of paper, but she was going to take it seriously, as she always did with anything she put her name to. So now was
