|Grace|
The situation between us suddenly felt surreal. Normally, drafting a contract is just another day at work for me, routine and straightforward. But this time, knowing that this contract is my entry pass into a perilous world, it felt completely different.
Silvester set the MacBook down in front of me. He had stepped out of my room a moment earlier, and now he returned with it in hand. One glance at the open document on the screen, and I knew we were about to draft the agreement between us. He settled back into his chair, leaning against it while giving me his full attention.
"So, where should we start?" he asked. I began typing the title of our contract and entering our names below.
"Which name should I use? Your real name or your business alias?" I asked, glancing up at him.
