"It's a slave contract."
The words burst out of Mira before she could stop them, she had tried so hard to keep quiet but her defiance had won yet again.
She slapped her hand against the open folio, the sound echoing in the quiet room. "That's what this is. You can dress it up in legal language and fancy terminology all you want, but this is literally a document that strips away every ounce of my freedom, it makes no sense, I'm sure it's not even legal."
Lucas's expression didn't change. He simply tilted his head while still wearing that infuriating calm that made her want to scream so bad.
"Were you blind when you signed it?" His tone cut straight through her outrage. "Or just illiterate?"
"That's not—"
"And how the hell is it even slavery," he continued speaking over her protest, "if it gets you back on your feet and saves your family from complete ruin? Last I checked, slaves don't get multimillion-dollar career restorations and corporate bailouts, do they?"
