Lana’s Point of View
“Why are you giving me an employment agreement?” I asked in confusion, and he finally closed his leg shut, his upper body leaning forwards with his hands clasped together.
“Because I need proof that you agreed to work for me, just in case you decide to use it against me one day and accuse me of bullying you.” He answered, and I couldn’t explain just how shocked I was by his audacity. My eyes searched his for a hint of a joke, but there was none.
What makes me think he would go through all this stress to just joke with me?
“Of course this is bullying.” I snapped. “What else do you call blackmailing someone to sign a contract for a job they didn’t apply for?”
He smirked, the usual playfulness returning to his eyes, as he leaned back into the couch. “Then pay me what
