House Rules
You tell yourself the important clauses were in the first few pages anyway. You tell yourself it's a standard agreement, just worded unusually. You tell yourself a lot of things in the thirty seconds it takes you to pick up the pen.
Charlotte slides it across the table before you even ask.
You sign.
She picks up the folder and stands in one smooth motion, looking at you with that same unreadable expression.
"Welcome to the house," she says, closing the folder with a quiet, precise click.
And for just a moment — just a fraction of a second — you think you see the corner of Alina's mouth move.
You're probably imagining it.
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