“You look hurt instead of happy,” the voice of the lady cut through. “I thought this is what you wanted.”
“What do you know about me to think I wanted this?” My voice sounded like a whip, lashing her skin. The inside of me boiled with rage. I was mad. But at the wrong person. As much as I had no idea who she was, it was clear that she was just a messenger of the beast.
The same way Lyrik also came to deliver the contract papers. So I shouldn't be mad at the lady.
“Eira, that’s your name, right?” She gazed at me, waiting for me to give her confirmation.
I said no words to her. I was too hurt, and having an unnecessary back-and-forth was the least thing I wanted. I grabbed the pen from her, and signed the papers.
“Hey, are you not gonna read those first?” She said in a stunned voice.
