Slo-bunny:
bitch
Me:
hey
Slo-bunny:
don't 'hey' me. where's the contract?
Me:
The thing is, it has a non-disclosure clause. I wasn't even supposed to tell you about it.
Me:
And Malachai is a billionaire. He's probably got the best lawyers in the world.
Slo-bunny:
Except his lawyer is the devil himself, idgaf
Slo-bunny:
fuck his lawyers.
Me:
I know you're worried about me, Slo. But I'm fine. I'm getting out of the contract.
Slo-bunny:
That's good.
Slo-bunny:
But fuck you too
***
When I get back to the penthouse, Malachai hasn't returned.
I'm always forced to notice the large, boring, white sterility of this place when he's not around. Like living in a void. As creepy as it is, his family's mansion still has some personality. Maybe I'll have to ask Malachai why he's never bothered to decorate.
For now, the echo of the empty room brings Cain's silken voice straight into my skull:
'Everything has a price.'
