As she got up from the sun lounger and stepped onto the grass, she slowly furrowed her brows and secretly cursed Morris Jackson three thousand times in her heart.
"Tim."
She walked over to Tim, who responded to her from afar, "Ai, ma'am, I'm here."
Then he jogged over and asked, "What do you need, ma'am?"
Lyra asked, "Do you have a printer? I want to print a document."
"Yes, yes, ma'am. You can send the file to me, and I'll print it out and bring it to you later." Tim had already taken out his phone.
Lyra said, "Let's go together."
"Alright, ma'am, follow me." Tim immediately walked ahead to lead the way.
There were a total of four A4 pages in the printed contract. After Lyra had looked over it and confirmed there were no issues, she signed her name. Tim, who was standing next to her, asked, "Ma'am, are you just signing it like this? Don't you want to look it over again?"
Lyra said, "I've looked it over, there's no problem."
