The contract

The contract

Amy was glad she still remembered where the study was located. She anticipated how it'd look like as she took the grand spiral stairs. Would it be like her father's traditional study?

She hoped it wasn't like her father's because if Amy was to be truthful, it was overly grand and made you feel like you were in an empty room, even though it had been fully furnished.

Or maybe it might resemble his office. That would do just fine if it was like that. Amy took the left turn to the study. She reached the study and knocked lightly on the door.

Even to her, it was too light for anyone to hear so she was going in for another knock when she heard a "Come in." She gently opened the door and entered and just like she had imagined, the study looked almost like his office. Modern. The difference was the colors of the walls and the floor. They matched the colors of the villa. White and gray.

"Have a seat," Reynolds extended to the seat in front of his desk. Amy walked toward his