You are mine now, Deal?

Chapter 5

Prison

“Given the situation, I'd like to cancel the contract. I am no more interested in any of this,” I said, dropping my copy of the contract file which I had on his caracole quarter moon coffee table which was at the other part of his office. A place he usually goes to when he wants to chill from work.

“You really take me for a fool. You know this contract was way too easy for you. You woke up to my office and will meet this nonsense looking me in the eye?” he thundered.

“Me coming back here has nothing to do with being easy. I never said I won't undo whatever was done to get to this point. I just want all of this ending.”

He stood up, towering over me but none of that intimidated me.

He picked up his wine glass and moved closer to me a little bit while I moved back in case he wanted to lay his hands on me.

“What made you take this decision at this point?” he asked frowning his face.

“The main purpose of which I signed the contract and got the money has been defeated,” I explained trying so hard to prevent the tears circling round my eyes from being obvious.

“And what is this purpose exactly?” he asked gawking at me.

Giving that this was something I have told him before I decided not to repeat myself because if he cared he would remember.

“It's nothing. I just don't want to be a part.”

“You see. I think your problem is ignorance. In the conperate world which is something you clearly cannot relate to, you do not sign a contract and just wake up from nowhere and decide to pull out of it there has to be a repercussion. That's been said…”

“What is the repercussion?” I cut in without waiting for him to finish his mumbo jumbo.

He stood speechless staring at me. I guess he was surprised by my guts. I went to his office with pain in my heart having losing someone that mattered to me.

“You sure are a very stubborn goat.”

“I guess so. Name your repercussions, whatever it is.” I responded.

He quickly sipped the last drop of wine in his wine glass and collapsed into the couch. He flipped his hand to the little shelf at the back of his couch which contained few books to get his pack of cigarette when his hand quickly collided with the vase and it's fell down and shattered.

“Gets the little sweeper over there and pack this for me”

I pretended like I wasn't the one he was talking to because how dare him?

“Did you hear what I said?”

“Yes I did,”

“So, what's the delay for?”

I was furious but I had no other choice than to do it, anything to get me out of this stupid contract.

I reached for the sweeper and gently drove it around the area till every thing had been throughly cleaned then I disposed it in the waste bin.

I came back to my usual position but this time I made myself comfortable on a chair. He had lighted the cigarette and puffing out smokes which is almost making me breathless.

“All I'm saying is, I want the contract terminated. I will return all the money transferred to my account and a little extra to make up for the bank charges. You have nothing to lose in this,” I buttressed, but my explanation made him more angry. He stomped his fist on the table.

“You are very silly. I should be the one talking about giving you extra money. Did I ask for extra money for bank f****** charges?”

Certainly, he was more angry because what I said prickled his ego.

“And who told you I have nothing to lose? This is a crucial point in my company. I have to be as focused now more than ever and you're trying to make me look for a new cook all over again.”

“You have staffers who can do all that for you.”

“You think anything or anyone can ne a pretend-wife and cooks for me. I personally vet my employees, no one does that on my behalf.”

I was personally getting tired at the whole back and forth. I had to ask him what he really wanted me to do.

“Now that I want out of the contract what do you suggest I do because I am surely not going back to your house every again.”

“Did you read the terms and conditions on that contract paper before you signed it?”

“I surely did, did you?” I asked in return as a way to cover up that I read it.

I did read it but I have forgotten some parts but I trust my guts because it made me feel I was breaching none.

“I'm sure you didn't because if you did you wouldn't chase yourself down a rabbit hole like this.”

“What do you mean rabbit hole,” I asked eyeing him.

He dragged out the piece of contract paper I angrily dropped on top of his table and pointed at number six of the terms and conditions which stated clearly that: if at any point the person(s) who made this contract agreement breaches it, the person(s) is/are liable to jail.

I read it and I stood speechless. I had to reread it to be sure of what I read.

“The contract is never to be breached. There is no room for that. The contract is to be obeyed upon its expiration,” he thundered behind me.

I still stood staring at the paper when I noticed two broad palms on my arm holding tightly.

I struggled to release my arm but they were men in suits bigger and stronger than me.

“What is this about?” I asked while thrashing the contract paper I had on my hand.

“You are going to jail as the contract dictates.”

They quickly whisked me out of his office.

Standing outside was a police siren blaring. They bundled me like a common criminal into their car and drove off to the police station.