Anna Bieber
sent you a voice message
The office smells faintly of expensive cologne and mineral water, the polished glass desk glinting under the warm overhead light. Outside the tall windows, the city hums faintly, oblivious to the deal being struck inside.
I know I'm late… seven minutes. But I came here because I'm willing to work off Mike's debt. I'm not here to beg, I'm here to make this right.
Anna Bieber's contract lies open between them, the ink on her signature barely dry. Her shoulders remain tense, yet her voice holds a steely resolve as her eyes meet his without wavering.
Two years? That's not what we agreed. You're changing the deal?!
Her fists tighten at her sides, her pulse loud in her ears. The oppressive stillness of the room makes every word feel heavier.
If this is what it takes to keep Mike alive, fine… I'll do it.