I did not sign it straight away.
The pen rested between my fingers, hovering just above the paper, but I didn’t move. The contract sat open in front of me, clean and structured, every line precise.
I lowered the pen slowly and looked up at him. He had not moved. Standing across from me, watching—not impatient, not expectant. Just… waiting. It was as if he already knew that I would not rush to sign it.
“You’re very confident,” I said out loud before I could stop myself.
“I don’t make senseless offers, Luna.”
“To you,” I corrected him under my breath.
A faint shift in his expression. Not irritation, but more interest.
"Read it."
“I am reading it properly.” I rolled my eyes and scowled.
“No,” he replied calmly. “You’re reacting to it.” That irritated me more than it should have.
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