The room was silent, deathly silent while Emma waited for him to speak. She couldn’t imagine the clause that made him appear so frightening.
“ If by any chance, you betray me, Emma Steele, I promise to make your life a living hell,” Asher said, staring at the pale woman seated before him.
Emma didn’t know what to make of the information she’d been given. “ You mean, all that was for this?” She asked in bewilderment. “ You are a drama king, Mr. Braxton.” She remarked with a smile, hoping to clear the air.
“ That I am, and more. Tell me, Emma, do you agree to my conditions? Are you ready for this?” He asked with an odd smile.
“ Yes. Unless you have more hidden agendas, I believe we are good to go. Where do I sign?” Emma picked up a black pen situated on the table, ready to get it all over with.
“ At the last page.”