THE CONTRACT

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d with amber-colored liquid in front of the two men seated at the table. The dim lighting of

inez said, his tone sharp and impatien

ble, "but let's not forget to enjoy some refreshments first." His voice

z retorted, his voice colder now. His piercing gaze rema

res countered, his eyes narrowing as he push

ng around its delicate stem. In one swift motion, he downed the contents, the liquid burning i

iding a folder across the table wit

frustration. His fingers moved roughly, the sound of shuffling paper filling the te

ent states I'm transferring my company to you!" His words

ne, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. "It's

d, his face a mask of defi

ng with menace. "You're left with no other choice," he said,

guards barging in to save him. Then he remembered-they were far away, stationed

his hands fumbling through his pockets

unted, pulling the phone from his

tinez cursed un

the gun he suddenly produced from beneath the table told a different story. The sleek bla

s throat. His sharp mind churned desperately

me hotel, Eleanor was loc

she could react, the man lunged, pinning her beneath him. His weight was oppressive,

she had left. With a surge of determination, she managed to

rate move, she swung it with all her might, the heavy glass connecting with a sickening thud

d but not incapacitated. She stepped back, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Come

her, Eleanor turned and bolted from the room. Her bare feet slapped against t

pen on the table. His mind whirred, calculating his next move. He cou

lips curling into a satisfied smirk. Mr. Martinez's hand moved deliberately, but instead of signing, he acted. In o

. Mr. Martinez wasted no time, grabbing the man's head and slamming

over his shoulder, hearing the hinges creak. His b

he first bodyguard burst in, rushing toward Mr. Torres, Mr. Martinez moved with calculate

res bellowed, his vo

eir heavy boots pounding against th

hotel. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, and her legs felt like lead. T

man pursuing her. Panic gripped her chest like a vice. She pus

from his pursuers. His stomach churned violently, the sensation growing

reath, his voice laced with disbelief

He made a sharp turn, his shoes skidding slightly on the polished

t behind him. His heart pounded in his chest as he leaned aga

and uneven. Her body screamed in protest, but she

open and stumbled inside, collapsing against the door as it cl

the faint sound of footsteps receding, a

ghtly over her mouth, silencing her. The grip was st

lung across the room. The world spun arou

ed through her limbs as she tried to push herself up. Her vision was s

ts screamed at her to fight, to survive, but her body felt as if it were betraying her. Her breaths were shallow, her mus