I paid no attention to Abigail's words. This woman appeared to be two-faced. One of her faces was crying and teeming with hatred, while the other was smiling, bright with contentment and charming. It was a bit psychotic.
After I exited the room, Darcy came to greet me warmly. She asked a probing question. "Sir Gael, I see you've come out. Are you in any way dissatisfied with Diane's service?"
"The service was great." I waved my hand, signaling at her not to worry and then asked casually, "I heard she signed a contract with you. There's a one-hundred-thousand-dollar termination fee, correct?"
Darcy froze upon hearing my words, but reacted quickly, understanding the situation. Without batting an eye, she put on a pleasing smile and said, "Such a contract does exist, but it's a very loose
