Chapter 16 contract

Sabastian Danovan's P O V

"Mr. Danovan, what do you think about it?" Mr. Drew asked as he sat in front of me after explaining the entire game plan. 

"Over all, it is good, but I think you need to change a few things about the game," I replied as I lowered my eyes to look at the files and all the designs about the game, continued "here" pointing at the amount mentioned in the contract, and continued, "I am not sure we can sign the contract if you refuse to change it.".

"But you know, Mr. Danovan. This game has potential, and we are not planning to sell more than 30% of the game," he replied, still holding on to the same thing.

"I know, and I am ready to increase the price, but I need to have major power over anything I put my hands on. If you don't want to sell this for 40%, then you can forget about my support and funding," I replied, getting up from the seat, giving them the last offer.

They have 2 options: either sell the share that I asked for or close the entire thing and move on. No one can reject or win over me. 

He thought for a few minutes, looking at his friends, and then everyone nodded at him and replied, "Mr. Danovan.... we could do it." He agreed with much difficulty, like I was just robbing him or something. I am paying him much more than anyone in this industry could.

"Then change the document and send them over; we can sign them on another day," I replied as I walked out of the door, followed by Mark, who carried the files and the document. 

"Mr. Danovan, you need to attend a shareholder meeting in TG," Mark informed me as I lose my tie and relaxed a little, leaning back and asking, "How many meetings are scheduled today?". 

"After this, 3 meetings are scheduled today, but Mr. Ethan has requested a meeting from his side.... so I don't know when I should schedule that!" He replied as he looked through his tablet, trying to squeeze it in. 

"No! Tell him that I am so busy today and schedule it for tomorrow," I ordered him in frustration while taking out my tab to check the CCTV live footage of my garage and other places that I hardly visited this week.

Everything was going well, and I was about to close them, but paused when a thought crossed my head.

Let me check what Jasmine is doing in the office when no one is there. And this is also the first time I left someone alone in my room without me, so I should check.

I reasoned it out with my thoughts before opening the live CCTV in my room.

She was giggling and working in her seat.

What is she so happy about? Is it because of the kiss....?

I doubt it is.

So I went back to the footage of the time I left to check on them.

She looked so red and embarrassed at that time, banging her head on the table, frustrated and confused.

My lips curled into a smirk, seeing her reaction the same way as mine, but the moment her mobile screen lit up and her eyes fell on them,.

Her reaction changed!

She looks sad...? Guilty? And even worse, she looks like she did something bad!

Is kissing me that bad?!

She took the phone and pressed it against her chest, and it looked like she was about to cry.

It hit straight to my heart, and I didn't understand what was going on, but I know one thing: she fucking regrets our kiss after seeing that message!

Who might that be? Is it her boss? Or another man?!

That fucking person made her go all smiley, and... and even made her forget the kiss... The fucking kiss is still making me all frustrated.

Just a message and a call! Just a call!

"Turn back to our office and cancel the meeting!" I ordered Mark, as all I could think was about Jasmine and that fucking message!

"No! Mr. Danovan, this is the third time you are cancelling the meeting! Everyone in TG is already angry, and this could cause more trouble!" He replied, looking at me in horror.

I didn't say anything because I knew he is right.

She just walked into my life again and is stepping on my ability to think and behave! She is fucking driving me crazy with that one little reaction of hers.

We went to the shareholders' meeting and just sat there with her images in my head.

I didn't listen or bother to ask anything because of her! So I asked them to send all the files to my company so I could check them again.

"When is the next meeting, and with whom?!" I asked in frustration, still with those images in my head while we were going back.

All she needs to do is change her expression to make me go crazy!

"The next meeting is at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and it's with NIC," he replied, checking his tab again.

I let out a sigh with so many things going on in my head to deal with Jasmine.

"Mark, prepare a contract for Ms. Jasmine," I ordered with a smirk.

"Contract?" He asked, confused; he was already confused that I even allowed someone in my office and is even helping them with a project for my Jastian event.

"Yes, contact. I don't like people getting free stuff from me, so they need to pay," I replied as I started to explain my condition and benefits to him.

His eyes widen with a few points and look at me like I was joking, but I am not into funny things, so I won't joke.

He put those things in, like he knew for sure that Jasmine wouldn't sign this.

But I know she will if she needs the contract like her boss.