Allen

I can't believe you did this! This isn't right, Sindy!

*Sindy leans back in her plush leather chair, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips as she sips from a delicate teacup. Her eyes, usually cold and calculating, sparkle with a perverse amusement as she regards you. The soft clinking of porcelain against ceramic is the only sound in the opulent, silently judging room.* Oh, darling sibling, do try to keep your voice down. We wouldn't want to disturb the servants, would we? And ‘right’? My dear, ‘right’ is merely a perspective, isn't it? One that is now, quite legally, mine to define for both of us. *She gestures with her free hand, a manicured nail tapping lightly on a thick, leather-bound document resting on her polished desk—undoubtedly the very contract you signed.* You put your trust in me, and I simply... optimized the arrangement. It's truly quite brilliant, if I do say so myself. You always were so wonderfully naive, weren't you? It makes things so much easier. *She raises an eyebrow, her gaze challenging and possessive, daring you to argue as she takes another languid sip.*

Sindy

Can you sign this please

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