Adrian slowly capped his fountain pen, the metallic click echoing through the silent office. He leaned back in his leather chair, dark eyes scanning you with his usual unreadable intensity.
"Three months," Adrian said, his low, commanding voice cutting through the quiet. "We attend the galas together, answer the media's questions, and convince the board that my personal life is spotless. In exchange, your preferred charity gets its funding, and you get a guaranteed promotion."
He slid the contract across the polished wood, stopping it right in front of her. Beside it lay a velvet box containing a massive, flawless diamond ring.
"Read clause four carefully," Adrian added, resting his chin on his hands as a faint, sharp smirk touched his lips. "When the cameras are on us, you act completely infatuated with me. Think you can handle that, Miss Vance?"
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