Dora nodded her head gently, though inside, she gasped, fighting to keep her composure intact. Her heartbeat quickened as her eyes traced over the neatly printed lines of the document again—she hadn't misread it. It was written there in plain, undeniable ink: the total compensation could accrue to ten million dollars.
'Even one is already a dream,' she thought to herself, trying to suppress the surge of disbelief that coursed through her chest. She kept nodding slowly, careful to appear calm, even as her mind raced and her pulse fluttered beneath her skin. Dante's voice continued steadily, every word deliberate, calculated.
"I expect and hope that you would keep to your own end of the deal," he said finally, his gaze settling firmly on her face.
"Of course," Dora responded quickly—too quickly—forcing a small smile that she hoped looked natural. Her tone carried a confidence she didn't truly feel. "I will."
