From Fired To His: His Ninety-Days Fiancée

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head while the silenc

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or shift his weight. He simply watched me the way a man

al part of me screamed to walk out. Men like him did not save women like me. Th

usand dollars. Twelve days. My mother's thin voice on the phon

ted m

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mouth before I cou

but something in his eyes sharpene

st me and opened the

ield. No one spoke to us. People moved out of his way without being told. The

ilence to th

of windows that made the city look small. He closed the do

al. And clea

and turned

he box

chair. My hands felt str

ttend every event I require. In public you will look like a woman who is engaged to me by choice, not necessity. In private you will not interfere with my life.

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s. A new phone. Your current address is no longer relevant. Pack

ing a slim folder. She did not look at me with curiosity. She loo

ipped through a few page

fully. You hav

across from his des

s unless mutually agreed upon in writing. Full payment of all current debts upon signing, plus a substantial sum at the

slightly as I tur

ough the quiet. "Do

appens if someone fi

gagement is private and sudden because that is how I operate. You will smile for

ed. "And

by tomorrow morning. Anonymously, if you

my chest loosened j

or the pen

mall and uncertain on

oke. Then he closed the folder and handed it back to

ut at the city for a moment. When he

o collect your things. A car will bring you

, legs

r I paused

cked over my fa

nough to say yes," he said. "An

d have stung mo

lothes I was wearing and a signed contract that h

or closed with a