Tate
Looking over the NDA my head spins. Party A, and provisions all sounding the same.
"Do I get a copy of this?" I ask thumbing the pages that seem to go on forever.
"Yes." Debs huffs giving me more papers to read and sign. "Just make sure you keep it in a vault or locked up. Silvia is not joking around when it comes to disclosure."
Sitting back in the gyms chair I exhale looking over the paper's again.
"This seems sketchy, illegal even. Does the MFC know about it?" I look up at Debs who is biting her nails.
"I don't know, who cares. It gets you to the top and us rich," she quips.
I hate her outlook. There is more to the game then getting rich.
"What about respect?" I ask.
She eyes me like I'm crazy, and that's how I know we are of a different breed. After this fight, I think
