I scanned the text. “You have a contract for favors?” It was a standard agreement listing the terms of our deal, but if I reneged on it, I would be held liable for...I blinked to make sure I read it correctly. “Two million dollars? You’ve got to be joking.”
“I don’t joke about business, and anything that involves my time and skills is business.” Christian nodded at the paper. “As I’m sure you’re aware, Ms. Ambrose, contracts protect both parties. If I’m unable to fulfill my end of the agreement, the contract is void. If I renege on the deal, I am also liable for two million dollars. It’s only fair.”
Yeah, except two mil was a drop in the bucket for him whereas it was an impossibility for me.
“Those are my terms. We haven’t signed anything yet, so you can still walk away.” He gave an elegant shrug. “Your choice.”
A favor of his choosing or I would owe him two million dollars…
My head pounded with indecision.
What were the chances he would ask me to do something really awful? He said anything sexual or illegal was off the table.
There was a fifty-fifty percent chance I would regret this, but my desire to get rid of Max overrode everything else.
I scribbled my signature on the designated line and handed it back to him. Christian signed after me, and that was that.
We were officially in business.
“It’s quite difficult to erase something forever once it’s in the digital realm, but it’s not impossible,” Christian said.
Not for me.
I heard his implication loud and clear.
Some of the anxiety in my stomach loosened. I didn’t know him well, but I knew Christian Harper was damn good at what he did. He hadn’t built the world’s most elite security company from the ground up by slacking.
“I will, however, require your assistance with one part of the plan. I can have my men do it, but it’s much easier this way.” Christian smiled. “Here’s what you need to do…”