I sign it.

What choice do you have? It's either be stuck as the eager female personal assistant to a sexist, overly-friendly, recently-divorced boss, or 10+ years in jail.

You choose being the personal assistant.

You sign the employment contract and hand it to Mr. Samuel Cambridge, your new boss.

"Excellent," Mr. Cambridge smiles as he locks the paperwork away into his personal filing cabinet. He looks at you with a wolfish grin. "Jennifer. No wait... how about Jenny? Yes, I think I like Jenny. Jenny, be a dear and go fetch James and me some coffee, would you? I take mine with two creams. James?"

"Uh..." he looks at you apologetically. "Black. Thanks."

You look at Mr. Cambridge, and your mouth drops. Already?? you think to yourself. I don't even get a day to adjust? But he just looks straight back at you with a self confident smirk.

"I should point out that I will be the one to evaluate your monthly performance," he says. "And if you want to receive an 'above expectations' rating, then I think you should... you know... start performing above my expectations."

Oh god, oh god, OH GOD NO!!! What have I done??

You realize with horror, exactly what position you have just put yourself into. This man now has TOTAL CONTROL over you, for SEVEN YEARS. You will be at his beck and call doing anything he asks.

And it all starts right now. Right this moment. He is testing you, to see if you will submit to his will obey his commands and become his (probably sexual) servant, or if you will fight. Or flee.