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"I could explain everything, just gotta sign this real quick and you'll know everything your father didn't tell you." She mused, pulling a paper from her purse. |
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"What is this?" She asked, looking to Caden |
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Caden waved her aside, getting into a argument with another man over stocks. The woman tapped the paper with a long manicured nail. "Just sign it, it's only to make sure you tell nobody else, confidential information." She mused. |
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She read through the contract. "And if I break whatever I'm signing? Like I won't sign if I can't tell Caden" |
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"He should know already," She said, watching her. |
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"I don't know..." SHe said, suspicious |
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Caden glanced over and saw her hesitation, saying something quickly. "Just sign it," He noted, turning back once more. |
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She looked at him, doubt in ehr features, before she signed her name and pushed the paper toward the other woman |
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"Good, good now--" She cut off, getting told they were now leaving by another man, perhaps her husband. "If you wouldn't mind me leaving, feel free to find me at the office any time, Caden should know where I am." She mused, hooking her arm through the man's as the two walked out---Caden still in conversation as seemingly nobody noticed them leave. |
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Emily nodded and watched them leave, confused. He leaned on Caden, obviously tired |
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