She scoffs at him, but she can take it as well as dish it and settles it with an amused, warning wave of her fork: watch it, mister. She's not a child anymore and she will push back. But she's not the least bit threatened or offended so she lets it go.
And she nods to the rest - in all honesty, she struggles with connecting to people she thinks will be a liability, not because they are somehow any less but because they are probably shortlived. Because they are a sure bet for hurting her when they go, when she can't watch their backs and they can't watch their own. She's seen the strongest people she knows get torn apart in front of her, beaten or blown to pieces, caught by a stray shot and bad luck. What is there to keep weaker people safe, then?
This is what she thinks about while she finishes her food, while she allows Jacob to clear the table and bring back dessert. She occupies herself with collecting the contract draft she put together, then, and moves to bring the scotch over after setting the papers in front of him at the table.
"Paralegal," she corrects, then explains: "I had several more years of school left before I could be a practicing lawyer. Paralegal is a position that helps licensed lawyers build their cases by collecting and organizing evidence and researching laws, so they start getting familiar with the process."
She sets a glass in front of him along with the bottle, her refilled water in front of her. "Nothing in there is set in stone. It's all negotiable, so if something pisses you off, just tell me and let's take a shot at it."
She's made a lot of edits over the weeks she's been working on it, most of them pretty standard and geared towards giving any Submissive in a contract with her as much autonomy as she can; the only really bold move she's committed to paper is a line about how no company employee or city official, no one outside of the participants in the contract, may punish the Submissive in any way or at any time without her explicit permission.
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And she nods to the rest - in all honesty, she struggles with connecting to people she thinks will be a liability, not because they are somehow any less but because they are probably shortlived. Because they are a sure bet for hurting her when they go, when she can't watch their backs and they can't watch their own. She's seen the strongest people she knows get torn apart in front of her, beaten or blown to pieces, caught by a stray shot and bad luck. What is there to keep weaker people safe, then?
This is what she thinks about while she finishes her food, while she allows Jacob to clear the table and bring back dessert. She occupies herself with collecting the contract draft she put together, then, and moves to bring the scotch over after setting the papers in front of him at the table.
"Paralegal," she corrects, then explains: "I had several more years of school left before I could be a practicing lawyer. Paralegal is a position that helps licensed lawyers build their cases by collecting and organizing evidence and researching laws, so they start getting familiar with the process."
She sets a glass in front of him along with the bottle, her refilled water in front of her. "Nothing in there is set in stone. It's all negotiable, so if something pisses you off, just tell me and let's take a shot at it."
She's made a lot of edits over the weeks she's been working on it, most of them pretty standard and geared towards giving any Submissive in a contract with her as much autonomy as she can; the only really bold move she's committed to paper is a line about how no company employee or city official, no one outside of the participants in the contract, may punish the Submissive in any way or at any time without her explicit permission.