Shemika
Bishop pulled a single file out from the stack, "Once you sign this contract, you're legally bound to Wet Nights Club." He repeated again, his voice cold and clear as if he was trying to warn me against it.
I didn't flinch about it, I simply agreed to sign the papers.
"Press down that button on the table and say your full name out." he instructed, his voice was firm and didactic.
My eyes immediately darted back to the desk before me, and I sighted the blue button on the left hand side of the table. I pressed it down and blurted out my full name without flinching.
The botton made a ping sound as if it recorded what I just said.
"Shemika Jones, you hereby represent your image, and you follow our rules. You're under my protection...and ownership..." Bishop was reading out the co
