The offer had me under a spell; it meant I would no longer be on the fray but drifting towards stardom. I had to sign this contract. The chase was over, no more trembling about my future. My lawyer would think me rash, but the original draft of the offer was enough to convince me not to pass on it. How could I when I knew the money would flow for us all?
His bright, red eyes drilled into me, yet my hand chose to linger above the signature line, hesitating.
Something inside begged me to reconsider the Devil’s deal.