Kimberly took a generous bite of her waffles, as she waited for him to pick up the envelope.
"What's this?" Nicholas asked, his hand hesitantly reaching for it, his brows creased with suspicion.
He pulled out a sheaf of paper, skimmed his eyes through and looked at her with surprise.
"A contract?"
"Yes. That's my own contract with clear stated terms and conditions." She set her fork down and swallowed the remnant of the poached egg in her mouth. She looked directly at him.
"I want my job at the company secured, my chance at the promotion intact. Duration of the marriage will be two years and—"
"Two? I only need a year."
"Well, I need two. I have to get myself prepared before the divorce, just in case my services are no longer needed at Stratford. And how sure are you that your father is going to hand over the company within a year?"
