Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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Present
"Any questions, Muriel?" Denise asks me as I adjust my glasses on the bridge of my nose. I lift my eyes from the fifteen-page document before me and shake my head, 'no'.
"Honestly, you don't have to sign it if you don't want to," Ollie grumbles from the pearl-colored armchair as an extremely beautiful black woman cuts his hair. Yes, he's getting a haircut...In his hotel suite. And I'm signing a Non-Disclosure Agreement sitting cross-legged on the fluffy King size bed. Since the plane landed a few hours ago it's been a whirlwind, to say the least.
"Ollie, jeez. It's not even that big of a deal." I say returning my eyes back to where I had left off on the document. Of course, I'm reading the entire thing, multiple times. It's not that I don't trust Ollie or Denise but I don't like signing official documents, it gives me anxiety. However, reading the Agreement through once already, it seems fairly straight forward.
Numer One: I can not share any details about Ollie with any third parties. His address, phone number, personal information, etc. That one is a no-brainer to me. Number Two: I can not reference Ollie or any details of his professional and personal life. Again, another easy stipulation. Number Three: I can not use Ollie in any way to promote myself. Number Four: I can not sell or make a profit on anything Ollie gifts, donates, or lends to me. And Number Five: I can not share any information about Ollie or the relationship on social media or to any third party.
Denise buzzes around in the hotel suite, checking on my progress and inquiring if I have any questions about the agreement and also attends to Ollie and keeps a constant check on the strict schedule he has for tonight at the Leonardo Christie Fashion Show.
"It is a big deal. Muriel would never say anything even without the agreement." He argues from his place on the chair across the room. My lips twitch wanting to smile, but I force them into a line trying to keep my focus on the important words in front of me.
"Oliver, you pay me to take care of you. For the love of God, do not make this job harder than it needs to be. As for Muriel, once she signs it I will be happy to offer her any advice or assistance I can. Honestly, you lot should have included me in this relationship from the beginning."
Chewing on the inside of my cheek I remain quiet and tuck the following hair behind my ear as I finish dissecting the document for a second time and flick the little sticky tab she has highlighting the section I need to initial and sign.
We haven't spoke about what type of relationship this is. We haven't kissed even since before I took off for Cornwall.
"Yeah, yeah." Ollie grumbles and the woman cutting his hair begins to clean up his shoulders and her work area.
"The more yapping of your gob the more late you'll be. Now go. Quickly, please." She demands pointing to the open door of the large en suite bathroom nearby.
