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Chapter 3 by Bungun Bungun

What choice?

Just sign it. It's free money.

Before she can process your actions, you scribble your signature on the paper and gently flick it across the desk. Maybe there was room for negotiation. You don't know. Though, what you know is that this bitch did not expect you to comply without at least trying to get an extra cent out of her. How? Her smile.

If not for this moment, you would think all this woman knew was to complain and frown. You could even call her smile cute if it wasn't mocking you. Slightly plump lips, coated in an oily lipstick that captures some light once in a while... She's wasting their charm.

Then there's that trademark stare of hers. It looks as if it's searching for something on your face, but all it sees is an idiot. Obviously, you don't like that. Once she scoffs and exposes her teeth, you feel it is appropriate to ruin her mood a little.

"It's always been a month. Why is it only a week this time?"

The woman's joy vanishes, and when you point at the contract, her thighs violently strike the office chair across the room as she stands up. In a quick motion, she grabs the contract, her hands ready to rip it the moment she disagrees with a word.

Meanwhile, her protruding hips reveal themselves, and they are not something her thin and small frame should be bearing. Her bottom reminds you of a lightbulb no matter which way you look at it. Realising that the skirt was actually confining such a generous package, you can't help but give it a little more credit.

"See it?!" She suddenly shoves the contract in your face. "A month!"

Her shriek startles you, and you fear that there are many more to come if you spend any more time in the room. A pity that her personality is anything but small.

"My bad." You throw a casual look then stand up, not forgetting to leave another scratch mark on the floor with your chair. "Good day, Ms. Ava."

As you retreat to the door, you hear the office chair creak under her weight. Alas, you only meet a glare when you turn your head.

Maybe you can convince her to visit the apartment.

Will you?

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