Divya Pov
This man exhibits serious mental issues. I can feel it. Despite being his lawyer, I swear in the name of the Lord that throughout the entire meeting, I wanted to sue him. The whole time during the meeting, he stared at me, as if making me sit next to him wasn't torture enough. The president of the other company smiled and smirked, witnessing this bizarre display.
Then, this man made me sit on his lap. Jesus. I glared back at him, and he smiled, shuffling the papers. I looked at the papers, and my eyes stuck to the words. My contract. Duh! Does he have to carry them with him everywhere? I sharply smiled and sat where he wanted me to. The position was far from comfortable, and I had to adjust from time to time. When I thought everything was going smoothly, I noticed a strange loo
