Page 33 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
“Real estate development contract. I need you to go through it completely,” I told him.
He nodded and sat down, pulling his glasses out and taking his time reading through everything. The room went quiet outside of Laila shifting around, and me watching his face for any sign that something was off.
He didn’t react much while reading, which I was used to, but it still had me paying attention.
“You said this is a new client?” he asked without looking up.
“Yes.”
He continued reading, scrolling slowly, going back over certain sections more than once.
Laila walked behind him, trying to read over his shoulder. “If it’s bad, just say that,” she said.
He ignored her and kept reading.
A few more minutes passed before he finally set the laptop down and leaned back in the chair.
“It’s solid,” he said.
I crossed my arms. “No loopholes?”
“None that would hurt you. Everything is clear, detailed, and in your favor.”
Laila clapped her hands. “I knew it.”
I looked at him. “What about the money?”
He picked the iPad back up and pointed to a section. “He actually added more than what you asked for, an extra 200k. There’s additional coverage for unexpected costs, and your team is fully protected under his budget.”
I took the laptop from him and looked at it again myself.
“He didn’t have to do that,” I said more to myself than to them.
“No, he didn’t,” my lawyer replied. “Which means he either respects your work, or he wants you locked in without hesitation long term.”
Laila smirked. “Both.”
I ignored her and kept scrolling.
“What about the timeline?” I asked.
“A year and a half deadline,” he said. “It’s tight, but it’s realistic with the resources he’s providing. You won’t be stretched thin unless you mismanage your time.”
“I won’t,” I said quickly.
“I didn’t think you would,” he replied. “I’d tell you to go for it.”
Laila walked over and grabbed my arm. “You better take that deal.”
I pulled my arm back gently and looked down at the contract one more time. Everything was clean. No confusion, no hidden language, no backdoor terms waiting to catch me later.
It was exactly what I would’ve written myself.
I closed the laptop and set it on the desk.
“I’m taking it,” I said confidently.
Laila let out a loud scream and started clapping again. “We up.”
