ROBYN
I stared at the five-page NDA and forty pages of prenuptial agreement before me. The text suddenly looked like a foreign language to me, and I couldn’t comprehend a word.
I just got a headache from how many times I tried to reread the same lines, despite it being written in simple English words.
I sighed and looked at the two lawyers before me. Attorney Diane Savin and Attorney Harlon Bale looked up at Spade as if they were asking permission.
I stood up and dragged Spade away by his arm from them to the corner of the conference room. Yes, I was back to work this morning, but he caught me off guard when the lawyers arrived, presenting me with the NDA and a prenup to sign.
“What the hell?” I glared at him. “I’m not gonna steal your money. I’m signing the prenup, and seriously, du
