Banks is leaning against his sofa- Relaxed and expecting.
I should sign but all I can think of is WHAT LED US HERE? WHY ME? WHAT BROUGHT US TOGETHER?
WHAT WENT WRONG... Or is It right?
"Sign" He orders like it's a statement and I look at him.
I sit back on the chair, the folder right on my laps waiting for me to sign.
He knows I read it.
“Page ten.” I say.
“Yes.”
“The termination clause.”
“Yes.”
“Mr Banks.” His eyes shoot up and I bite my upper lips, looking at him.
“This says the apartment is mine regardless.”
“Yes.”
“That’s not standard arrangements. You said I can terminate it, what if I do so just to own them. I don’t..”
“I’m aware of what standard arrangements include and this is mine.” He says flatly and I look at him.
He looks back with a look of finality and no room
