Actually stay with Nicole

Your phone buzzes on the counter, screen lighting up with Ricky’s name. You swipe to answer, still catching your breath, the faint scent of Brittney’s arousal lingering in the air.

“Nicole, need a favor,” Ricky says, voice smooth but clipped (he’s in a hurry).

“Anything, boss,” you reply, already reaching for a notepad and pen.

“Old client, Marsha. Wants back in. I’m stuck in a meeting, so you and Stephanie handle it. New contract, tighter than last time. I’ll send the address and terms.”

“Got it. When and where?”

“Her apartment. Give it an hour or two (she’s got houseguests).” You can hear the smirk in his tone. “Bring Stephanie. She’ll need the legal muscle.”

“On it,” you say, scribbling *Marsha – contract – stricter*. “We’ll head over soon as the guests clear.”

Ricky chuckles. “Make sure she *understands* every clause. I already got her to agree in principle. You two just seal it.”

Call ends. You fire off a text to Stephanie:

**Marsha. Contract redo. Stricter. Her place in 90. Lunch first?**

Her reply pings back instantly: **Ok, hehe **

You grab your keys, slide into heels, and head out. Twenty minutes later you’re picking Stephanie up curbside she’s in the tailored black suit, skirt hugging her hips, blouse unbuttoned just enough. You swing through a drive-thru for salads, eating in the car while you skim Ricky’s email: *non-compete, exclusivity, on-call clauses, NDA*. Marsha’s about to sign her freedom away.

By the time you pull up to the aprtment, the “houseguests” are gone. You and Stephanie step out, ready to close the deal.