He grabs a stack of papers on his desk and pushes them towards you, tilting his head and motioning for you to sit down across from him. You take a seat, and he begins to outline the contract. "Read the contract and tell me if you don't like anything. But a basic overview is that you get money for stuff that you do, a picture is $200, and so on. This continues until you decide to quit, or until I don't need you anymore. In the event of the latter I'll pay off all your remaining debt, but there will be no contact between us from that point on." You skim over the contract, the majority of it seems to be NDA terms and blackmail prevention. "What about stuff I don't want to do?" You ask the question that has been haunting you for hours. "I'll up my price until you say yes or I give up." You let out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding in, but the tension re-enters your body as he finishes his sentence. "But I don't give up easily." Perfect. Somehow, out of all of the rich assholes in this city, you ended up striking a deal with a devilishly handsome but extremely stubborn man.