Blanche's POV
I could see Zain seething beneath the surface, but he'd learned to control himself. The old Zain would've exploded by now.
After a beat, he turned to me with an explanation. "Desmond's already working on the paperwork. It'll take some time, but we'll sign it the moment it's ready."
I grabbed my phone and looked straight at him. "Then give me your word right now. Verbal agreements hold up in court too."
Zain went completely still.
He'd never seen me get this nitpicky about anything before.
But when Zain saw how dead serious I was—like I genuinely wouldn't budge until he gave me what I wanted—he caved.
He took my phone and recorded himself promising exactly what I'd asked for, keeping his voice as steady as possible.
When he finished, I made him type out the same promise in a text.
Once we'd gotten through all that, I stood up. "Alright, let's go."
I headed toward the guest room door as I spoke.
"Blanche, you..." Zain called after me.
