“It’s a testimony that says you’re leaving the company to me because I’m the only one who can handle it.” He wasn’t looking at me, even though I had once glanced up at him so he could elaborate. He passed the pen to me.

“Why would I sign it?!” I whacked him on the back of the hand. The pen rolled to the floor and approached the door. As I gasped at what had happened, his gaze followed its motion. I felt short of breath with just an insignificant movement because of the incision on my side.

He stepped over there saying nothing, and I tossed the papers to him...