Kalina and Dominique sat in the backseat of his luxurious car, the atmosphere thick with tension as Liam navigated through the city streets towards an undisclosed destination.
Kalina furrowed her brows in concentration, making revisions to the contract displayed on the iPad. Each swipe and tap was accompanied by a low grumble, and she couldn't resist shooting Dominique occasional dirty looks.
Meanwhile, Dominique, seemingly unfazed, chuckled softly feeling her deathly glare on the side of his face, his attention divided between the work on his device and Kalina's growing irritation.
After careful consideration, Kalina concluded that only twenty percent of the clauses were reasonable, deeming the remaining eighty percent utterly unreasonable.
"The nerve of this man," she muttered under her breath, her finger forcefully tapping the screen as she deleted a section about children. The thought of being bound to Dominique any more than necessary irked her.
