Amused
701 Words
ROSHAN
There she was, standing right in front of me, just as I expected.
Her eyes bored into mine, like I held the key to her survival. She was the perfect candidate for this—educated, well-mannered—though we’d had a rough night.
I studied her closely, feeling Jordan’s gaze on me.
Why was he even here?
He cleared his throat, breaking the silence.
“Come in,” he said, acting all welcoming, like he owned the study.
“And you are?” Isabella asked, her gaze shifting from me to him.
Her attitude—so imposing, yet sharp, intellectual.
“Have a seat,” I said, finally breaking the silence.
She hesitated but then sat down, her posture rigid.
“I’m Jordan. His right-hand man,” Jordan introduced himself, still recovering from the shock of her presence.
“Nice to meet you too,” she replied, a smirk spreading across her face.
“Now, straight to business,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “This is the contract. Read through it carefully and sign where due. Your payment is outlined, along with other guiding clauses.”
She took the file from my desk, staring at it like she was searching for something.
Then she said, “I need to eat first. I function better with food.”
The f**k?
Her aunt was fighting for her life, and all she needed now was food?
I couldn’t help but find it amusing when Mike had mentioned she wanted to grab a bite. Her face was dead serious, like she was negotiating a deal with food.
Jordan, sitting beside me, struggled to suppress a laugh. The guy never knew how to keep it together.
“What would you like to eat?” I asked, seeing how determined she was.
“Chicken curry and a chilled glass of orange juice, thank you,” she said, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.
Wow. I’d really gotten myself a big eater for this contract. Not even something light—I was honestly amazed.
Jordan let out his laugh this time, but kept it low.
I called the chef from the desk line to arrange for what Isabella wanted to be served in the dining room.
She closed the file and pulled out her phone, while Jordan shot me a glare.
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IZZY
The way they glared at me—like they didn’t eat.
Well, newsflash: I eat too. They just hide it better.
My child needed food, and I wasn’t going to starve him just because I was trying to keep things under wraps. I wasn’t telling them anything, but that didn’t mean I had to go hungry.
Honestly, today’s craving hit differently.
Food had never been an issue for me before. It was always the last thing on my mind. Life had thrown so many challenges at me that food had just… faded into the background.
But now? I needed the energy. That damn contract wasn’t going to read itself.
I glanced at it. Just a marriage contract printed in booklet form—my gosh. Was this a legal document or a novel?
All I wanted was for my aunt to be okay again. If I had to sign away my sanity and read through this novel to make that happen, I would.
My stomach growled, a sharp pain gnawing at me. I bit my lip to keep from showing it.
This child… was he eating me from the inside out?
I exhaled slowly, calming my nerves. I had to stay cool. Subtle. I didn’t want Roshan to notice, not like he’d care.
I pretended to scroll through my phone, passing time while I hid my pain.
Thirty minutes later, the chef called Roshan to let him know the food was ready.
Jordan—his so-called right-hand man.
Speaking of that, I was pretty sure the two of them had orchestrated this whole contract together. Two scheming wise men.
Jordan led me to the dining area, and I followed him—finally, food, just like I’d been waiting for.
Roshan stayed behind, claiming he had work to review. Not like his presence was needed anyway.
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