CHAPTER 82: THE CONTRACT

The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow across the sky in soft shades of orange and pink, marking the close of the day and the anticipation of what lay ahead. As daylight dimmed, lights flickered to life in homes and buildings like stars on the ground.

Zarina and Draymond stood side by side on the glass balcony, taking in the evolving skyline.

"Zarina, can you look at this and sign it?" Draymond asked, passing her a folder. Zarina turned to him, puzzled, her gaze shifting between Draymond and the folder.

"Hmm? What's this about?" she inquired, her confusion evident.

"Take a look and read it," Draymond said flatly. "Hurry up, my hand is getting stiff. You've been staring at it for nearly two minutes," he added, glancing at his watch.

Zarina felt her blood boil with irritation. "Argh! Why can't you answer me directly!" Zarina exclaimed, but Draymond thrust the folder in her face before she could finish.