93. Firm

"Aren't I going to leave just as soon as Nicolas's memory returns, it's not a matter of salary as a personal assistant but the terms of the employment contract that we both secretly signed behind Nicolas's back!" Dianne snapped at Keenan firmly.

Dianne and Keenan sat facing each other in the quiet coffee shop, their voices filled with tension. The air crackled with secrecy and anticipation. Dianne's words hung in the air, revealing hidden truths that had been kept in the shadows.

Keenan's eyes widened, his mind racing to process Dianne's revelation. He had always suspected that there was something Dianne was holding on to as a means of survival, that contract, but now it was confirmed.

"You ... don't bring up our contract!" Keenan stammered, his voice barely audible.

Dianne nodded, her face showing determination. "Yes, a contract that binds us together. You need to, given the circumstances."

Keenan's mind went back to the day he found Nicolas, lying with no memory in the hospital bed.