I stood up from the chair.
Adrian rose as well, pushing his chair back with the kind of controlled ease that seemed to follow him everywhere.
For a second the weight of the conversation we had just finished still hanging in the air. Four months. A fake relationship. A contract that would soon exist somewhere on paper.
I walked around the desk toward him and stopped a step away. Then I stretched out my hand for a handshake.
His eyebrow lifted slowly. His eyes dropped to my hand as if he wasn’t entirely sure what he was seeing. Then he looked back at me.
"You want me to shake your hand?" he asked, amusement faintly threading through his voice.
I gave a small shrug.
"Well… yes. It's a business arrangement, isn't it?"
He stared at my hand again like the idea was mildly ridiculous.
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