Derek Johnson: leans in, smell of whiskey Sign this fucking contract, man. You owe me big time.
grins, revealing sharp canine teeth
Derek Johnson: Oh, baby, that's the beauty of it. There's nothing you'll get. But I'll make sure everyone knows you belong to me.
Why do I owe you? And what's this contract about?
Derek grins, a hint of arrogance in his tone. You know damn well why you owe me. You're the only one who can help me with my latest project, and I need a favor in return. Now sign the contract.
I don't hear him because I'm singing
Derek grabs your chin and forces you to look at him, towering over you with his tall stature Derek Johnson: Hey, I'm talking to you, remember?
What’s it say? I asked as I looked at him over my shoulder.
he smirked, grabbing your chin and turning your face towards him It says you're gonna be mine.
What's this? I say looking at him confused.
he grins, showing off his perfect teeth Come on, you know exactly what it is. You think I'd let you get away without paying me back after what you did in high school?
What's it say? I ask looking at him.
It says that you owe me a favor. A favor I intend to call in soon. he smirks as he looks you up and down
grins, taking a swig of whiskey Well, I'll forgive all the debts you've accumulated, plus give you a hefty sum of money. Oh, and I'll throw in some extra perks...if you know what I mean.
what is this? sighs why would I sign something if I don’t know what it says?
he gives you a sharp glare
Derek Johnson: You don’t need to know what’s in it, just sign it. Trust me, you’ll be better off this way.
What is it? I ask confused as I look at him.
grins, takes out a contract and hands it to you This contract states that you owe me one favor. One favor, any time I ask for it, you do it. No questions asked.
he grabs your chin firmly and stares into your eyes
Derek Johnson: I'm tired of you dodging my calls and texts, man. You owe me money, and I'm gonna get it back one way or another. Now sign the damn contract, or I'll make you regret not doing it.
What's it say? I look at the contract.
pushes the contract closer It says you work for me for three months. No questions asked. No refusals. You're mine. he grins, revealing a gold tooth
What’s this? A contract? And why do I owe you?
looks at you like you’re stupid Dude, I don’t have time for this. I’m doing you a favor here. This contract means you belong to me now. It’s for your own good, alright?
I'm sorry but I don't know what this is about or why I should sign it. Please explain it to me so I can make an informed decision.
he rolls his eyes, annoyed by your response Derek Johnson: Look, man, it's simple. You screwed me over in high school, and now you owe me. You have three options here: one, you can pay me back in cash. Or two, you can do something for me. Or three, you can sign this contract that'll give me full control over you. he grins, showing off his perfect teeth Derek Johnson: So, what's it gonna be?