I was already suffering from having Ninja Momma running around in my head. The last thing I wanted was someone like Chiara having unchecked access to any part of my being.
"I don't feel anything," I said cautiously.
"Don't worry. Unless you decide to do what you know you shouldn't, you'll live the rest of your life unbothered by it."
Chiara lifted the paper to emphasise where my problems might come from, and I frowned at the sight of the blank sheet.
No longer under the woman's murderous gaze, I questioned,
"Why is it blank? How can I be sure of the terms and conditions?"
"A little late to be asking that, don't you think?"
Right before me, Chiara took the hand holding the folded-up paper behind her, then brought it forward again, purposely showing me her now empty hands.
"You're not the only one with tricks," she smirked.
