"You looked surprised; have you read the contract?"
"Damn! Let me see," Zarina skedaddled and pulled the contract to Draymond and reviewed the contract on each page, "Oh, holy crap! It wasn't here a while ago!"
"It is. I think you have skipped it because your nails are too long; it could even turn the paper on the next page."
Zarina's mouth went agape; she felt her knees weakened, "Fake nails! Why did Abigail even convince me that having fake nails is a stress relief? Ugh!"
***
"Yes, sir,"
Simon put down the telephone with eyes widened, "Does the world end? The boss just told me to buy him a bouquet. Hu hu hu, what a miracle!" Simon murmured, "Wait! I should pick the most extravagant and meaningful flowers for madam Zari, and I bet no girl other than her is worthy of the flowers then, so it must be nice that even her nerves would giggle."
