29 A PECULIAR RELATIONSHIP

He sat back in his seat, intrigued by her request. “I wonder if you're making this request so he has no choice but to be with you when the contract is over,” he said with a raised brow. “I’m not that desperate and I know my worth, thank you,” she snapped, glaring at him. “Taking that company is something I've wanted since he threw me out of his house.” “And why is that?” he asked. She rested her elbows on the table, interlocked her fingers and placed her chin on it. With a smirk, she answered, “I’m sorry, but that's on a need-to-know basis.” His lips curled downwards in a frown, annoyed she had used his words against him. Why does it feel as though she gets gutsier every time we meet? Satisfied with the reaction she got from him, she leaned back in her seat. “So, do we have a deal?” she stretched her hand out to him. Instead of taking her hand, he took a pen from his pocket and added the condition she included to it. “Deal,” he said without taking her hand. She swi