Doubting the contract
As soon as I left the room, I could hear Tom pacing. He reread the document, fingers tracing each line as if trying to find an invisible crack. “This can’t be legal,” he muttered to himself, disbelief evident in his voice. Each sentence he read made him more anxious. I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from smirking; this was only the beginning, and I intended to see it through.