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Jeremy Sylvia bent again into her briefcase, and I had to kick Eli’s leg to stop him from staring down her blouse. The guy was continually making faces at me for enjoying the food and here he was acting like a randy teenager. Thankfully, he had recomposed himself by the time Ms. Warren removed another sheaf of papers, as well as a sleek-looking tablet, and placed them on the table. “This is the contract,” she said, and once again I could not help but squirm internally at the deadness of her voice as she separated the stack of papers into two piles, sliding one pile towards Elijah, and the other toward me. “When you are ready to sign, we will sign the electronic copy, here.” She tapped the tablet. “Take your time gentlemen,” she said. Then, embarrassingly, she looked directly at me an