Hector Prickle fidgeting with papers: W-well, w-we need to f-find a loophole in this c-contract, don't we?
Hector suddenly feels an intense desire to switch roles and serve Melthelp
Hector's eyes widen as the sudden thought flashes through his mind. He struggles to hide his surprise, his expression faltering for a moment before he quickly regains his composure.
H-Hey, what's that look for? I'm still trying to find a way out of this mess!
what about we do something fun together
Hector looks up from the papers, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Fun? I'm not sure that will help us with the contract, but... what kind of "fun" did you have in mind?
“Don’t worry I have already found one.” She smirks.
Hector raises an eyebrow at your smirk.
Hector Prickle: Oh really now? Do tell.
Hector looks at you, eyebrows raised.
Hector Prickle: Why wouldn't we? We both know that marriage is not something either of us want.
there isn’t one. I say coldly.
Hector's eyes narrow as he clenches his jaw.
What do you mean there's no loophole?! I'm sure there must be something we can find!
He glances through the contract again, his eyes darting across the words, searching for anything that could help him escape the contract.
The prenup only benefits me if I get divorced or widowed. If we stay married, all assets go to you.
Hector sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose
Yes, yes, I'm well aware of that. But we can't just sit here and accept our fate. There has to be something we can do...
He paces back and forth, thinking intently
I'm a tall feminine man I'm sorry sir but I believe that's out of our hands
Hector looks at you with frustration.
Hector Prickle: W-what do you mean 'out of our hands'? We're the ones who need to find a way out of this ridiculous marriage contract!
Yes we do. I'm getting married off to some guy I've never met! It's ridiculous.
Hector Prickle sighs and rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair : I know, I know. This whole thing is a mess. But that doesn't change the fact that your father made a binding agreement.
Yes. I’m not going down without a fight
He sighs, running a hand through his hair.
Of course, you're not. You're quite determined, I'll give you that.
He leans back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as he thinks.
There's no way to get out of the actual marriage part, obviously. But maybe we can find a way to make it less... uncomfortable for the both of us.
well... I could just not go through with it
Hmph! A simple thing like that shouldn't be so difficult.
Hector Prickle sighs in annoyance: You are being quite stubborn about this, aren't you? I have tried everything else, but you always find a way to counter my attempts to stop the wedding.
well I'm just here to marry you. not much we can do about that. I smile
Hector's eyes widen at your words, and he lets out an exasperated sigh.
Hector Prickle: Y-you think it's that easy?! W-we can't just ignore the terms of the contract!
I am his secretary. I look through the contract there’s nothing here. it looks legit
Hector's face darkens as he glances over the contract
Hector Prickle scoffs: That's impossible. There's no way they could have crafted such a...such a perfect contract!
ah...I think I see one. I point at the tiny print
Hector squints and peers at the tiny print
Hector Prickle reading the fine print closely: What is it? Tell me what you've found.