The Pact
1631 Words
Bargaining with Fate
Three Years Earlier
Calista stood before the imposing doors of the Windsor Law Firm, her hands trembling in the cold air of the waiting room. Her father’s future hung in the balance, and Ranya Windsor was her last hope. Lila, her father’s colleague, had assured her that he could help.
The firm was one that loan sharks found quite intimidating. She desperately wanted to save her father from jail, not only because her family name and image would be tarnished but also because she couldn’t bear to watch them take him away. She knew he was not responsible for the allegations imposed on him by Lewiston Corporation.
“Miss Calista MacQuoid, Mr. Windsor will see you now.” The receptionist’s voice jolted her back to the present. She took a deep breath and stepped inside, her eyes meeting the icy gaze of Ranya Windsor for the first time.
“Don’t mind his cold demeanor when you meet him. He can help you.” Lila’s voice echoed in her head as she walked into the room, the receptionist closing the door behind her.
“Please, have a seat,” he said, his voice devoid of warmth. Calista sat down, feeling small in the large leather chair. She bit her lower lip, fighting the urge to look at the undeniably good-looking man before her. His looks left her tongue-tied, and she averted her gaze elsewhere, missing the hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched her nervously bite her lip.
The woman before him was undeniably beautiful, with smooth skin, a finely shaped nose, and full, rose-petal lips. Even in distress, she looked magnificent. She must have been in a hurry before coming to his office because her hair looked rough and messily packed.
Her deep brown eyes flickered behind her glasses. With a deep sigh, he picked up a pen and a book, ready to be professional. He had never looked at other women aside from Vivian, the way he was looking at this lady before him.
“How may I help you?” he asked, jolting her back to life. She had been able to book an appointment with him with the help of Emily. She furrowed her brow, wondering if he hadn’t gone through her portfolio.
“I sent...” she started, returning her gaze to him, the troubled and impatient look returning. “I sent a portfolio to the secretary yesterday.”
“I know,” he replied, making rhythmic sounds with the pen as he watched her furrowed brow turn into frustration. “This is a law firm, and I’m here to assist you. It would be more professional for you to explain to me why you’re here.”
“My dad’s life is falling apart, Mr. Windsor.”
“Windsor,” he interrupted calmly but sternly.
She stopped looking at him, confused. “What?” she inquired, a little irritated at the interruption.
“Windsor, Miss MacQuoid,” he repeated. “Windsor is the name.”
Calista smiled, pushing her displeasure aside. ‘He’s arrogant for a lawyer,’ she thought. “I’m sorry, Mr. Windsor, but I really need your help. I’ve been told you’re the best at this. Please, I beg of you. He’s in prison and will be convicted if…”
“I understand, Miss MacQuoid," he interrupted, preventing her from breaking down. He despised seeing tears and remembered being in that position. “Lewiston Corporation, right?”
“Yes,” Calista responded almost immediately, hoping he would accept to help her.
“Fine,” he said after a brief pause. “Please make the necessary payments. We can only proceed once the p*****t is complete.”
Calista’s heart shattered into pieces. She had nothing, not even a dime on her. She immediately dropped to the floor, clasping her hands together in supplication.
Ranya stared, his expressionless and unfazed look unchanged.
“You don’t have any money?” His lips twitched with mockery. It was bold of her to think he offered free services.
“Yes, please," she begged, tears streaming down her face, a sight he detested.
A pang of hatred washed over him. He had climbed this ladder of greatness with money, and it was funny how some peasants thought he ran a charity organization. How on earth would Vivian return if he was still struggling?
“Get up,” he ordered calmly, undisturbed.
Calista raised her head. She knew that voice meant something, something like he’s not moved by her show of pity.
“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t,” she begged, still stubbornly clinging to the floor.
“I said get up!” he ordered, a little more sternly.
“Please, I will do anything—anything at all. Don’t let my dad go to jail. Please.”
Is she serious? Apart from the no-p*****t service she’s begging for, he would have to fight in court against his father’s company. As much as he was pleased to take the case, payments were necessary.
“I will do anything... I will do anything, please.”
He sighed, standing up from the chair. “Get up and sit,” he ordered, now more calmly—the very voice Calista wanted to hear. She raised her head gradually, her face damp from tears, a long strand of hair clinging stubbornly to her face. She stood and sat while watching him shove his hands into his pockets.
“Sit here and wait,” he ordered, walking out of the office.
Calista sighed, sinking into his fresh masculine smell as the door closed slightly behind him. A few minutes later, he returned, his left hand in his pocket while the right held onto a file as he walked majestically to his seat.
He sat and opened the file, bringing out a pair of delicate paper sheets, and pushed the file to her, his eyes boring into her keenly.
She sensed the look on his face, but couldn’t grasp it. Her pale face shifted from his handsome and extremely calm looks to the neatly newly printed sheet on the table.
“I understand you’re in a difficult situation, Miss Calista,” Ranya began, looking over the file. “Your father’s case is substantial.”
Calista nodded, her throat too tight and her voice too coarse to speak. She watched as Ranya leaned back, his hazel eyes studying her.
His eyes were captivating and enchanting. Why had she only just noticed?
“I can help you,” he continued as a slight grin of amusement pushed itself to his face. “But it will come with conditions.”
“What kind of conditions?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I will do anything as long as he doesn’t go to jail.”
Ranya pointed at the file before her, his eyes on her. “This,” he added, “is an agreement for companionship.” He paused, taking in her confused gaze. He pointed at it, indicating that she should go through the file before her. She gasped at the content.
‘Will father be happy?’ she thought, staring blankly at the contract, ‘if he finds out I’m about to trade myself for him?’
‘He would do this over and over if you were to be in his shoes, Calista,’ she reminded herself. After all, money would be available—anything and everything that would guarantee her a soft life, and most importantly, an assurance that Dad would be vindicated.
“You,” he continued, “will be available to me whenever I require, and in return, I will ensure that your father’s debt is paid, and he stays out of jail. He will be vindicated.”
Calista stared at the content with burning eyes, her heart heavy beyond words. Ranya noticed but remained unfazed by her emotions. He took delight in pushing Lewiston into the mud, but he needed something to clear his mind with—something with no strings attached.
Ranya knew what he was doing was unethical, but she stubbornly pleaded with him to do anything.
Calista raised her eyes, determination glistening in them. He owed her no explanation as to whether she was the first he had proposed such a contract to; she was just relieved there was a solution. Sleeping with him was her way of getting back at her cheating boyfriend.
“It’s a decision you can refuse,” Ranya stated, but she nodded and, with trembling hands, picked up the contract. It was clear and concise, outlining the terms of her commitment. Desperation clouded her judgment, and she signed her name at the bottom, sealing her fate.
Ranya stood up, his lips twitching in an unreadable expression, extending his hand. “Welcome, Miss MacQuoid. Our arrangement begins now.”
She shook his hand, feeling a chill run down her spine. She had saved her father, but at what personal cost?
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Three Years Later
Calista sighed as she walked out of the firm, the check weighing heavily in her hand as she stared at it intently. She gave the company a long glare and turned, marching out of the building with an ego fit for a queen.
Ranya couldn’t help but stare at the position she had sat in during the meeting. He longed for lasting peace as he settled into his chair, wondering about Calista’s thoughts on everything. Hmm, she did well to conceal her emotions.
He sat down and opened his laptop, trying to clear his mind and focus on the most important news, when his phone beeped. He picked it up, and a wide grin spread across his face as he read the message.
“Wow!” he exclaimed calmly. “Just wow, Miss Calista MacQuoid.”
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