SECRECY – EVEN YOUR CLOSEST WON’T NOTICE YOUR PLAN

The entrance walls were entirely made of glass, allowing a glimpse of the dimly lit interior and some of the people dancing at the central area, yet not a single sound escaped outside. Standing at the entrance, Rosweld and the elderly woman wiped their shoes on the red carpet laid before the door. Internally, Rosweld mused, "They really love their red carpets, huh? I even saw one in front of a bakery on the way here."

Without further delay, Rosweld reached for the handle of one of the two glass doors facing each other and pushed forward. As he stepped inside and let go of the door, the muscular woman placed her hand on the glass and slipped through behind him.

As the young man made his way toward the dark corridor separating him from the dance floor ahead, a woman stepped in front of him. Her large breasts barely stayed within the confines of her red bustier, and witnessing firsthand the soft, fat-laden mounds trembling made his eyes sparkle.

"Done staring, you little rascal?"

Rosweld quickly composed himself, lifting his gaze with feigned seriousness and extending a hand toward her.

"I'm Rosweld White. I'm here to speak with Miss Olivia, who has filed a lawsuit against me. I believe we can settle this matter outside of court."

The woman tilted her head slightly but kept her eyes fixed on the muscular woman behind Rosweld.

"Aren't you too expensive for this guy to afford?"

The muscular woman said nothing, and Rosweld interjected with a fake chuckle to divert attention.

"I didn't come here for introductions. Could you take me to Miss Olivia?"

The large-breasted woman glanced at Rosweld's outstretched hand before shaking it briefly with her fingertips. "Name's Kathia," she said, then jerked her thumb over her left shoulder. "She's inside. But I only let one person in."

Sensing the muscular woman stepping forward, Rosweld sidestepped to remove himself from between them.

"I'll be back shortly. Just wait for me patiently, okay?" Without looking back, he stepped through the wooden door ahead.

The room he entered had pink walls and was filled with a thick haze of smoke. The seating was arranged in a U-shape with couches pressed together, and a low-legged table in the center held several bags of white powder and tobacco. A woman with long red nails brought a cigarette to her purple lips, inhaling deeply before exhaling the smoke in the direction of the young man now standing before her.

"You're standing there like you've never seen me before. Sit down."

Rosweld immediately took a seat across from her, feeling uneasy. He regretted his lack of knowledge about her.

"If only I had access to this body's recent memories. I think she might be involved in drug use or dealing... Not sure, but she's definitely dangerous."

Her wavy orange hair covered her left eye, allowing Rosweld to only see her weary blue right eye. The woman studied him for a while before speaking.

"I'm not the one who came here to talk," she said. "Go on, say what you have to say."

Rosweld took a deep breath.

"I left court today, and as you probably know, the trial was postponed for three days. While I'm out on bail, I wanted to discuss this matter with you. I believe we can settle this without going to trial."

When the woman crossed her legs, the deep slit in her strapless red dress exposed her pale thigh. Rosweld struggled to keep his eyes on her face instead of her long, slender legs.

Olivia smirked. "I see you've become bolder than before, Rosweld. Are you sure you came here to discuss the lawsuit?"

The seductive tone in her voice and the expressions on her face sent a slight shiver down Rosweld's spine, but he maintained his composure.

"As I said, I'm here to talk about the trial. Frankly, if you lose, it will cause a major scandal. The credibility of promissory notes will be questioned, and many business partnerships might collapse."

Olivia took another drag from her cigarette, never taking her eyes off him as she exhaled through both her nose and mouth simultaneously.

"You're aware that the signature belongs to you, right? Just like all the previous agreements you signed. There's no difference between this one and the others. Do you really think I can't prove it's yours?"

Rosweld responded, "I'm not ordering you to believe me, nor do you have to. I just want to resolve this matter between us without involving the court, that's all, Miss Olivia."

Olivia scoffed. "Sounds more like you want to settle your debt without losing anything."

Rosweld raised both hands in a gesture of surrender. "If only all my wishes came true. But knowing that's not possible, I'm here to make a deal."

Olivia leaned in closer. "Oh? So our young master has grown up enough to propose agreements? Go on, I'm all ears."

Rosweld rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. The childish glimmer in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by an abyss of darkness.

"I'll give you my family estate in exchange for the debt being erased. No hassle for either of us. And we'll do it right here, in front of the muscular woman who came with me and your right-hand man."

Without hesitation, Olivia smirked. "So, you finally agreed to part with that estate you clung to so desperately, huh?"

Internally, Rosweld panicked. "Huh? Is there something special about that estate I don't know about? Damn, did I just screw myself over? No, wait! The original owner of this body wasn't very competent and squandered his family fortune. He probably felt guilty and refused to sell the estate. Yeah! That must be it… I hope."

"Yes," Rosweld said aloud. "If you agree, I'll prepare the necessary documents and return."

Olivia stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray, leaned back, and folded her arms beneath her chest.

"Have you ever drafted a contract before? Don't bother. My girls will handle it."

"No, I'll draft it myself."

He stood up.

"I'll return with two copies. We'll both sign them, along with witnesses. I'll be back in an hour."

Olivia sighed. "Fine. But if you can't prepare a proper contract, you forfeit your right to negotiate. I'll take the estate through the court."

Without turning his head, Rosweld said, "That won't be a problem," and left the room. Seeing the muscular woman waiting outside, he walked past her without a word. Once they were outside, he turned to her.

"I need some paper and a pen to draft a contract. Can I find them in this city?"

The muscular woman smirked. "Been gone so long you've forgotten the city, huh? Behind the Courthouse, where your trial was held, there's a Contract Organization. You can draft any agreement you want there. Regular paper contracts hold no legal value, but you're too ignorant to know that, aren't you?"

Rosweld lowered his head. "I guess I am."

Following the woman's directions, he walked toward a building with a banner strung between two grooved columns beside its entrance, reading "Contract Organization." With that, he stepped inside.