The contract sat on the kitchen island for three days.
Ford had dropped it off the morning after the rain on the terrace. At Damien's request - though Damien never told Odette that. She only knew because Mara mentioned it in passing, courier from Rhodes legal came by before breakfast, and then there it was. A thick cream folder right in the middle of the counter like it had just appeared overnight.
Odette didn't touch it. She walked past it on her way to class. Walked past it on her way home. Left her bag next to it. Made coffee around it.
On the third night, she finally pulled out a stool and sat across from it. Hands flat on the marble, on either side of the folder. Just staring at the embossed Rhodes Corp seal on the front, like if she looked long enough it would tell her something t
