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Chapter 6
Wouldyouexcusemeforamoment?”Hedisappearsthroughawidedoorwayonthefarsideoftheroom.He’sgoneforacoupleofminutesandreturnswithadocument.
“Thisisanondisclosureagreement.”Heshrugsandhasthegracetolookalittleembarrassed.“Mylawyerinsistsonit.”Hehandsittome.I’mcompletelybemused.“Ifyou’regoingforoptiontwo,debasement,you’llneedtosignthis.”
“AndifIdon’twanttosignanything?”
“Thenit’sAngelClarehighideals,well,formostofthebookanyway.”
“Whatdoesthisagreementmean?”
“Itmeansyoucannotdiscloseanythingaboutus.Anything,toanyone.”
Istareathimindisbelief.Holyshit.It’sbad,reallybad,andnowI’mverycurioustoknow.
“Okay.I’llsign.”
Hehandsmeapen.
“Aren’tyouevengoingtoreadit?”
“No.”
Hefrowns.
“Anastasia,youshouldalwaysreadanythingyousign,”headmonishesme.
“Christian,whatyoufailtounderstandisthatIwouldn’ttalkaboutustoanyoneanyway.EvenKate.Soit’simmaterialwhetherIsignanagreementornot.Ifitmeanssomuchtoyou,oryourlawyer…whomyouobviouslytalkto,thenfine.I’llsign.”
Hegazesdownatme,andhenodsgravely.
“Fairpointwellmade,MissSteele.”
Ilavishlysignonthedottedlineofbothcopiesandhandonebacktohim.Foldingtheother,Iplaceitmypurseandtakealargeswigofmywine.I’msoundingsomuchbraverthanI’mactuallyfeeling.
“Doesthismeanyou’regoingtomakelovetometonight,Christian?”Holyshit
