Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 928

Chapter 928: Done

It was still an enormous number, real money that Eclipse would genuinely feel, and nobody on Yuna’s side of the table had blinked at paying it. Mercer initialed where the tabs told him to, fast, wanting the pen out of his hand. Yuna watched him do it and thought of a girl in her best blouse, one floor up, three years ago, initialing pages at exactly that speed. It felt like the books balancing.

They were at the door when Mercer spoke again, and the salesman was gone from the voice.

"Doing what you do... People won’t stand aside and let you keep bullying them forever. Sooner or later, your methods will catch up to you."

"We’re not in the business of making friends," Ms. Rook said, unhurried. "Not with people like you."

"That’s not how it works. You may grow big, but even giants can be taken down by many little-"

"You may try." Ms. Rook shrugged and was out of the door, not interested in what he had to say one bit.

"I’ll tell Miss Ashborn that the answer to her question was no." Doug tipped Mercer a small two-finger salute. "Provided it stays no, Mr. Mercer. A productive quarter to you."

The door clicked shut on whatever expression Skyline’s guild leader wore behind it.

In the elevator, Yuna’s composure made it as far as the tenth floor before her knees went loose, and she caught herself with one hand on the mirrored wall and laughed, once, a little wetly, at nothing. Doug studied the floor indicator with great professional interest.

For three years she’d handled the ledger alone, because she was S-tier and no one in that building had it in their job to stand between her and it.

Two people had just done exactly that, in under an hour, without once raising their voices.

The feeling was so unfamiliar it took her the whole ride down to name it. She was in good hands. Professionally, contractually, enthusiastically good hands.

"You were magnificent in there, Miss Park," Doug said as the doors opened on the lobby.

"I didn’t say anything."

"Precisely."

They crossed the lobby past the receptionist, who had given up pretending to be on the phone, and Doug checked his tablet one last time on the way to the car.

"Legal expects the remaining paperwork to clear within the week. I’d begin preparing for your first day."

A week. Yuna pressed her lips together and looked out at the street so neither of them would see her grinning like an idiot.

A week was nowhere near enough time to pick an outfit for her first day as an official Eclipse member.

...

Yuna came through her front door with her heels in one hand, and her mother appeared in the kitchen doorway, ready to read her daughter’s face in a single glance.

There was nothing complicated to read this time.

"It’s done." The grin broke through every layer of professional composure she had left. "Signed, countersigned, ratified before we even left their building. The paperwork clears within the week, and then I’m Eclipse’s. Officially."

The television went mute mid-sentence.

"Skyline agreed?" Her father set down the remote. "Just like that?"

"Eclipse didn’t leave them much room to disagree." Yuna set her heels by the door and searched for a way to explain the afternoon that wouldn’t require explaining the afternoon. "Their people walked in, took the contract apart line by line, and walked out with me. I just sat there and watched."

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