The Clause
The single sheet of paper lay on the polished mahogany desk like a death warrant. Blake’s smirk was venomous, a silent promise of victory. Opposite him, Valentina’s pride was a shield of ice, but he could see the first hairline fractures forming.
Valentina Sinclair (FL)
(Breathe. Don't let him see you bleed.)
Blake blackthrone (ML)
*Doesn't touch the paper. His eyes drink in her simmering rage like it's a fine vintage.*
The terms are quite simple, Ms. Sinclair.
Valentina Sinclair (FL)
*Her voice is cold*
Stop f**king staring and just read the damn terms
Blake blackthrone (ML)
*A low, mocking chuckle*
Such language from a princess. Very well.
Blake blackthrone (ML)
*He finally picks up the paper.*
Clause one...
Valentina Sinclair (FL)
*Interrupting, her tone dripping with sarcasm.*
Let me guess. Do I shine your shoes or walk your dog?
Blake blackthrone (ML)
Nice idea but sad it's not mine idea *mocking*
Blake blackthrone (ML)
Clause 1: You retain the title of CEO. In name only. All major strategic and financial decisions will cross my desk for final approval.
Blake blackthrone (ML)
Clause 2: Your office moves. Next to mine.
Blake blackthrone (ML)
Clause 3: You are my 'plus-one' to every public event for the next 6 months.
Galas, charity auctions, investor summits... everything.
Valentina’s eyes narrow. This is humiliating, but not unheard of.
Valentina Sinclair (FL)
Stop joking!
Blake blackthrone (ML)
I am not joking Ms. Sinclair *smirk*
Blake blackthrone (ML)
*leaning in, voice dropping*
Clause 4: The press must believe we are in a romantic relationship.
Valentina Sinclair (FL)
*snapping*
Absolutely not. I am not pretending to be in love with you.
Blake blackthrone (ML)
*coldly*
You will. Or I pull the funding and let Sinclair Tech crumble by morning.
Blake blackthrone (ML)
The choice is yours, princess. My money, or your pride.
Valentina Sinclair (FL)
*Her mind reeling*
And why would I ever share my company's internal strategy to you?
Blake blackthrone (ML)
Cus i said so
Valentina Sinclair (FL)
*She stands, her chair scraping back violently.*
And you think I'll just listen? That I'll perform this... this sh*t for you?
Blake blackthrone (ML)
You will
Blake blackthrone (ML)
You don't have choice
Valentina Sinclair (FL)
I need to think about it
Blake blackthrone (ML)
*He calls out as she reaches for the handle.*
Don't think too long, princess. My offer has a very short expiration date.
Valentina Sinclair (FL)
*She throws the door open without looking back.*
You...!
*The door slams shut behind her, the sound echoing in the tense silence.*
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