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Coffee serving wasn’t my only job. So I stayed until he figured I needed to be assigned real jobs.

He stared at me like I had grown two heads. It was too late to back down now.

Instantly, I regretted not leaving. And everything that led to this point. I really should start thinking things through.

He stalked towards me calmly, eyes holding nothing but emptiness.

The slight tick in his jaw gave him away, and I instinctively curled into myself.

Shit.

There were a few minutes of silence before he spoke. “John will give you a Pro Bono case.”

That was all I needed to flee his presence.

Chapter Four

Damien

I leaned comfortably into my chair as my eyes scanned through the document. It was a collaboration agreement. Potentially one that could give my client a breakthrough.

And from the way he watched me, I knew he was excited. That’s understandable since his company had been looking for this for a while. His company was a game development company that had somehow started to experience a major setback after eight years in business.

“This deal has the potential to push my company.” He informed me, like I didn’t know already.

From the moment the other company reached out and I assessed the mail, I knew what was in it for him. There was no need of saying it again.

“I am aware.” I continued scanning the paper until I reached the end. This could have been easily assigned to my assistant. Reviewing the legal document.

But I preferred to handle everything myself.

Finally sitting up, I tugged my eyes from the paper. “I do not agree to this.”

As expected, he looked shocked. And I was the bad guy trying to halt his progress.

“What?”

My blank stare remained on his shocked one. I was familiar with the words he would spew next.

“This collaboration can give me something I’d otherwise achieve on my own in ten years. And you think I should decline?”

“The document’s aversion to certain details of intellectual property is quite alarming. It doesn’t clearly state who reserves the right to any intellectual property developed in the process,” I began. “Now this might not bother you as much because of your company’s financial distress among many other complications. But in the long run, there’d be major issues, especially regarding the right to use.”

“But-”

“Why would a major company suddenly reach out to one on the brink of bankruptcy?” I watched his brows furrow before realization tinted its edges. “They want your skills, but they also want to take advantage of your situation.”

He let out a frustrated grunt, rubbing his eyes. “What do we do now?”

“I’d advise us to review the terms, but I’m quite familiar with their games. They think in the end you have no choice,” I swallowed. My throat seemed to be patched from dumbing things down. “You do have a choice. Agree and return in a few years with a case of infringement or decline and save your company some other way.”

He looked like he was thinking about it for a moment. “Shit.”

Acknowledging me with a brief nod, he sighed dejectedly. Soon he was out of the door.

Hauling fingers into my hair, I reclined in my chair with my head skyward. It was a position that yielded inexplicable comfort. Especially when my mind was filled with thoughts of the particular brown-eyed girl.

I had tried not to think about that night. I never thought about nights like that. But not thinking only made it worse.

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