THE CONTRACT

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of crimson that made the veins on his temples protrude with alarming clarity. His hands clenched into fists, trembling s

ading as he struggled to maintain composure. Beads of sweat fo

Mr. Harrison snapped, his voice laced with disdain. The roo

to work with such a company as yours," he added, spitting the words out as if they tasted vile on his tongue.

dent in his tone. But it was futile. Mr. Harrison was already halfway down the corri

e polished mahogany table. The loud thud reverberated in the room, causing a few loose

r. Her voice was soft, but there was an edge of concern in her tone, her perfectly ma

in," Mr. Wilson barked, running a hand through his graying hai

ing softly against the floor. "Good day, sir," she began, her voice measured and profession

frustration in his eyes giving way to mild curiosity

retary replied, bowing slightly

Wilson remarked, her lips curling into an eager smile. Her voice c

laced with forced optimism as he leaned back in his

l strides, his tailored suit impeccably pressed, exuding an air of confidence. Without waiting for an invitat

s voice smooth and deep, c

two exchanged polite but guarded smiles, each man si

measured. "But first, I'd like to make a deal with you," he added, a smirk tuggin

he stated, letting the figure hang i

the background. His eyes sparkled with renewed interest. Beside him, Mrs. Wi

mask her astonishment. Her voice was high-pitch

orward with enthusiasm. Her movements were quick, almost eager

. Wilson interjected, his voice steady as

y, his smirk widening slightly

his tone apologetic yet firm. "She's just... too excite

d. "I like her intuition," he added, his eyes briefly flicke

nd with one of your daughters tonight for fifty million naira. Do we have a deal?

?!" he repeated, his voice rising as the outrage in his tone became evi

her hand extended toward Mr. Taylor. "We have a deal,"

Mr. Wilson hissed, his

aylor, completely ignoring her husband's protest. Sh

ntact you," she said sweetly

h a knowing smile, handing ove

his wife. "What was that about? Why didn't you let me give

e sharp and dismissive. "You almost ruined things

Wilson demanded, his brows furro

ftening slightly as she tried to reason with him. "We both know the comp

Mia for it?" he snapped, hi

g her head. "Mia is too delicate for that," s

e asked, his

ter a moment's hesitation

ry. For a moment, it seemed as though he might explode. But then, to her surpr

ving into a satisfied smile. "Great choice," she said,

weetly once the call connected.

Mr. Taylor replied, his vo

e asked, her tone e

away," he replied. "On one condition: you

ed silently. She suppressed a scowl, muttering under h

eplied sweetly, her tone betra

e a deal, the

confirmed, her vo