Cassandra Petrova:-
"365 days? What type of f*****g game is this, Eliseo? What are you trying to do over here?" I bellowed as I read the contract placed in front of me on the polished antique table in his study office of Leone mansion in America.
"It's not the game. Let's say. It's a condition." Eliseo replies with a shrug as he leans back lazily against his chair behind the desk with a glass of whiskey in his hand.
"What do you mean by condition?" I asked with a frown. "I don't see any kind of condition over here."
"You will, if you bother to read the full contract instead of just focusing on the word 365 days in front of you."
I ripped my eyes from the bold 365 days displayed on the contract and flipped through the rest of the pages so I could focus somewhere else. The jargon was th
