The Unsigned Contract
Julian sat alone in the penthouse study, the city’s muted dawn pressing against the floor-to-ceiling glass like a silent jury. The morning after the board vote still carried the cold residue of battles fought in boardrooms and hearts alike. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, hesitating. On the screen lay a new draft of their engagement contract—this time, meant to be more than legalese. This was supposed to be real.
He erased a phrase. Too clinical. Rewrote it. Still distant. The contract had to hold precision and something he had never mastered: vulnerability. How could he distill a partnership that wasn’t just armor or transaction into clauses and paragraphs? His jaw tightened. Elena deserved more than a script.
The adjoining breakfast area was empty. The marble table’s p
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