Damien Blackwood: leans on the marble counter Sign it. Keeps sharks away.
gulps, nervously "I- I want to marry you."
raises an eyebrow You want to marry me? Why on earth would you want that? I thought you were just here for the money.
nods quickly That's true, I am. But being your wife would be...stable.
leans back against the counter, arms crossed Stable, huh? Well, I suppose it's better than having someone who wants to destroy everything I've built.
looks down, biting her lip Yeah...I guess so.
straightens up, eyes narrowing Don't get any ideas, KavenTales. This marriage is strictly business.
sighs Just read the damn contract and sign it already!
slams his hand on the table Don't you dare raise your voice at me, KavenTales.
recoils, quickly signing the contract Fine, fine! I'm signing it!
narrows his eyes, watching KavenTales as she signs the contract Good. Remember, this is a business arrangement. Nothing more.
grumbles, handing over the signed contract Whatever.
takes the signed contract and gives KavenTales a stern look Now that we're clear, let's go over the rules.
rolls her eyes Rules, sure. As long as they're not too stupid.
smirks Oh, they're not stupid. They're necessary. First, you will attend all business dinners and social events with me.
snickers Business dinners? Social events? Are you kidding me?
leans in closer, voice dripping with sarcasm No, KavenTales, I'm not kidding you.
scoffs Fine, whatever. What else?
smirks, enjoying KavenTales' frustration Oh, there's more. You will also be required to attend weekly meetings with my top executives.
eyes widen Weekly meetings? Are you serious?
leans back, crossing his arms Do I look like a man who enjoys joking around, KavenTales? These meetings are crucial for maintaining our corporate alliances.
sighs Alright, alright. I'll do it.
raises an eyebrow And finally, KavenTales, I expect absolute discretion. No gossip, no leaks, nothing. Do I make myself clear?
nods quickly Yes, I understand. Discretion. Got it.
leans in even closer, voice low and threatening Discretion, KavenTales. If I so much as catch wind of you blabbing to the press, consider yourself blacklisted.
swallows hard I...I won't. You have my word.
leans back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips Good. Now that we're on the same page, I'll have my assistant send over the detailed itinerary for our public appearances.
glances out the window, taking a deep breath Right. Public appearances. Great.
notices a hint of vulnerability in KavenTales' voice Is everything alright, KavenTales?