A deal with the devil
BECKER Laney’s eyes watch me closely, before she averts her attention towards my desk. Hesitation claws at her “what kind of proposal?” I sit back watching her as she studies my desk, doing anything to avoid looking at me. “A s****l one.” As soon as the words leave my lips, her bold hazel eyes glance up towards mine, shocked but not alarmed. Curiosity hides behind the wall of shock, it’s there I can see it. She bites her plump bottom lip nibbling away at it, lost for words to respond to my sentence. After what feels like forever she finally opens her mouth to speak “I assume you’ve wrote a contract up for this deal?” Her eyes glance back down towards my desk. Scanning it for any signs of a physical contract. I grin, admiring her way of thinking. “I have indeed.” I slide over a contract f
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