The summons came less than twenty-four hours later. A black town car was sent to Kiara’s cramped apartment, idling outside.
When she stepped back into Ms. Sterling’s office, the atmosphere had shifted. It was no longer an interview; it was a briefing. On the desk sat a document.
"Sign this," Sterling said, sliding a pen toward her.
"What is it?" Kiara asked, not touching the pen.
"A Non-Disclosure Agreement.. You must not breathe a word of what happens in this room, or the nature of your potential employment. You sign it, or you leave now and forget this building exists."
Kiara looked at the pen, then at the door. Eleven dollars and forty-two cents. She picked up the pen and scrawled her name. "Done. so whats the job?”
“Surrogacy..”
“ Now, who am I working for?"
The side door opene
