The Agreement
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Cofie didn’t like the way he was looking at her.
Not because it was threatening.
But because it wasn’t.
Mathias Chaw looked… certain.
Like a man who had already calculated every possible outcome of this conversation before it even began.
“Sit,” he said, gesturing toward the dining table.
Cofie didn’t move at first.
Then she did.
Because what other choice did she have?
Mathias placed a folder in front of her.
Neat.
Black.
Unmarked.
“This is ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath.
“Read it.”
Her jaw tightened as she opened it.
At the top of the first page:
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CONFIDENTIAL AGREEMENT
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Her stomach dropped.
She began to skim.
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Terms of Engagement
• Miss Cofie Thorne agrees to publicly maintain the appearance of a romantic relationship with Mr. Mathias Chaw for a period of three (3) months.
• During this time, Miss Thorne will attend public events, corporate functions, and media appearances alongside Mr. Chaw when requested.
• Both parties will refrain from publicly contradicting or denying the nature of their relationship.
• Mr. Chaw agrees to provide Miss Thorne with temporary residence, legal protection, and financial compensation for reputational damages incurred.
• Mr. Chaw agrees to fund independent legal counsel should Miss Thorne require representation related to the ongoing media scandal.
• Miss Thorne agrees to maintain confidentiality regarding all private matters disclosed during the course of this agreement.
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Her chest tightened.
This wasn’t just pretend dating.
This was a contract.
A legally binding lie.
Her eyes lifted slowly to meet his.
“You already wrote this,” she said.
“Yes.”
“You expected me to say yes.”
“I expected you to understand the situation.”
Cofie let out a humorless laugh.
“I’m unemployed, publicly humiliated, and currently being hunted by reporters,” she said. “Of course I understand the situation.”
She flipped the page.
There was a compensation clause.
Housing arrangements.
Media training.
Crisis management.
Non-disclosure penalties.
Everything was airtight.
Carefully worded.
Precise.
Like something drawn up by someone who didn’t like losing.
“You had your lawyers prepare this overnight?” she asked.
Mathias shook his head.
“I prepared it myself.”
That caught her off guard.
“You’re not a lawyer.”
“No,” he agreed calmly. “But I am a businessman.”
Her gaze dropped back to the document.
Three months.
Ninety days.
Public appearances.
Shared statements.
Photographs.
Interviews.
All to sell a lie convincing enough to erase the truth.
“You realize this could destroy me even more if it goes wrong,” she said quietly.
Mathias didn’t deny it.
“I realize it could save you if it goes right.”
Silence stretched between them.
“You said you’d protect me,” she said finally.
“I will.”
“How?”
Mathias didn’t answer immediately.
Instead—
He reached for his phone.
Tapped something.
Then turned the screen toward her.
At first, Cofie didn’t understand what she was looking at.
The footage was grainy.
Dimly lit.
Shot from what appeared to be a security camera.
A bedroom.
Someone struggled in the frame—
A man.
And a girl.
Her breath caught.
“No—”
Mathias’ face was unreadable.
The man in the video looked like him.
Moved like him.
Sounded like him.
But—
Something was wrong.
The lighting didn’t match the shadows.
The frame rate stuttered in unnatural places.
The skin tones shifted subtly between cuts.
Cofie leaned forward slowly, her lawyer instincts immediately overridden by something else.
Her technical instincts.
“This is fake,” she said.
Mathias’ jaw tightened.
“My rival sent it to me this morning.”
Ice slid down her spine.
“He claims to have more.”
The room felt suddenly smaller.
“He’s threatening to release it publicly unless I step down from my position within the company.”
Cofie stared at the paused frame.
At the face that looked like Mathias’.
At the crime that hadn’t happened—
But could still destroy him.
“Deepfake,” she whispered.
Mathias’ gaze flicked to hers.
“The metadata has been stripped,” he said. “The original file is encrypted. My tech team is still trying to trace the source.”
Cofie’s mind was already racing.
Frame blending.
Voice cloning.
AI-generated motion mapping.
Someone had trained a model on Mathias’ likeness.
His posture.
His voice.
Possibly even his mannerisms from public interviews.
“How long have you known?” she asked.
“Six hours.”
“And you think this is why they’re investigating you?”
Mathias nodded once.
“They reported me anonymously this morning.”
Her stomach twisted.
Corporate investigation.
Media scandal.
Public humiliation.
And now—
A fabricated r**e accusation involving a minor.
If that video got out—
His career would be over.
His life would be over.
Prison.
Public hatred.
No coming back from that.
“They’re trying to bury you,” she said quietly.
Mathias didn’t respond.
Because they both knew it was true.
“And now,” she continued slowly, “because of the scandal last night…”
“They’ll believe it faster,” he finished.
Cofie’s throat went dry.
This wasn’t just about reputation anymore.
This was survival.
Her gaze dropped back to the agreement in front of her.
Then to the pen beside it.
Three months.
A lie.
In exchange for protection
From something far worse than heartbreak.
“What happens,” she asked softly, “if they release it anyway?”
Mathias’ expression didn’t change.
“Then we prove it’s fake.”
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