“And what is this?” It was my own NDA that I’d come up with. I’d typed some of the craziest shit on it. “You signed something, and you don’t know what it is?” He tapped the first line. -Do not tell people that you and I had relations (Stock might go down). “What the fuck do you mean, ‘your stock might go down’?” I tried to hide my smirk, but I couldn’t help it, and I burst into a fit of giggles.
