The CEO's Contract With The Thief

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Jasmin told Cainan she wanted to visit a local restaurant where she could find what she was craving and he didn't argue with her and instead asked if she knew where she wanted to get it. She nodded and showed him the direction and he obediently drove them there and once they sat; she ordered the bean cake, bread and pap which she wanted earlier and couldn't get. It was a heavy meal to consume, considering it was already late, but she couldn't help it. She was hungry, and this was what she craved.

"Shall we begin while your order is on the way?" Cainan asked, and Jasmin wordlessly nodded before setting the document down on the table and opening it up.

She stared at the words and she realised the words were blurry and she couldn't see them. She looked away from the document and up at him and she tried again, staring at the document and just like the spaghetti can as well as a few other little things she had tried focusing too much on, she couldn't make out the words written on the page as they appeared mashed up and blurry.

"Is everything okay?" Cainan, who noticed her struggle and discomfort, asked.

"I'm fine, I just can't see the words on the page, they were blurry and small."

Though this had happened to her many times in the past, she didn't think it was such a big deal and put little thought into it. She was never a fan of reading while growing up and her teachers concluded she was just a stubborn kid and always punished her when needed; she remembered having difficulty reading things someday and being able to the next and she shrugged it off as one of her special traits. As she grew older, the blurriness of sight became accompanied by headaches and most time she had quit even trying to read, especially during the night time or while using dimmed light. Even as an adult, she shoved it off and believed it would sort itself out.

"Jasmin, do you have a partial vision impairment?" Cainan asked in a small and somewhat concerned tone.

"She would have answered if she knew what that even meant."

"It means you might be partially blind."

She laughed but when she saw he wasn't joking she raised her voice, "I am not blind goddamnit! I can see you."

"When you have a partial blindness, it restricted your sight and you struggle to see clearly just like it's happening now." He replied, his voice still calm and concerned, "how many fingers can you see?" He asks and he held up three fingers close to her.

She almost felt insulted because she could see three fingers, but she stopped herself from responding to be insulting, "three."

"Good. " he nodded and brought his hands closer. "how many now?" He asked, not as he did before.

She looked up at him and her eyes up. She wasn't sure if he was holding out two fingers or four and annoyance she blurted out, "Four."

"There are still three, Jasmin." He brought his finger closer, and she saw he was still holding up three fingers.

"So I'm blind?"

"Not blind, just partially." He clarified.

They remain silent for a minute before Jasmin finally broke the silence. "What do I do now?" She looked up at him.

"We will book an appointment with the opticians tomorrow and we will have your eyes checked out to know what exactly we are dealing with here. In the meantime, I'll read you the contract and you can tell me what you think." He reached for the document before her and opened it.

He read the terms out for her and she made corrections and declined some terms proposed, which she didn't like. He was right when he said she shouldn't sign without first reading the terms because now that she was reading it; she realised there were a few things she didn't agree with on the terms.