And it had been glorious.
Signing this would steer my life in a totally different direction. I may even lose my friends—disappoint Cameron, hurt Richard, upset Scarlet and Penny.
I saw no other way.
They’d eventually understand I had deflected the focus off of them; protecting not just Henry, but also my closest friends.
De Sade set a glass of sparkling water before me.
I’d spaced. “I need time to read it.”
He sat on the barstool beside me, his expression kind. I wasn’t sure whether to trust it or not.
“Have a lawyer read it,” he said softly.
“I should, right?”
“I was full of bluster when I told you to come around. This is a major decision. We need you to be sure.”
“Tell me what you’re offering again?”
“Penthouse.”
“I have a house.”
“Another house then. Let’s move you from Encino to Beverly Hills.”
“Henry lives close to Beverly Hills.”
De Sade nodded. “Huntington Beach? You’ll be closer to work.”
Closer to Pendulum.
He squeezed my knee. “Bitcoin. That’s a fun option. To be honest, you’re in a good position to negotiate. We’re billionaires. Ask for the moon.”
“We’ll shoot you off to Mars in a rocket,” Henry had joked.
He’d been kind, at least.
I refocused on de Sade. “What if I bleed you all dry?”
“You’d be worth it.”
“I never cared about the money,” I said, holding back tears.
“Don’t tell them that.”
Why the threat of tears?
I should be proving I could handle anything they sent my way. Pendulum was full of arrogant bastards who needed to be reined in. Showing emotions would make me appear weak.
He tapped the contract. “Full authority. Whatever floats your boat.”
I reached for the pen and tried to sign my name on the last page. No ink came out.
“Okay, then,” he said flatly.
Adrenaline spiking my veins, I let out a howl that his pen didn’t work.