The large room that was your private office was filled with a tense, even eerie atmosphere. It was late, no one else was in the whole huge building, but the two of you. The silence was deafening. Vincent stared at the contract, trying to control his breathing, yet his hands were shaking, giving away all his turmoil. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he put his signature down, making a dubious deal: selling himself, his body, for money. Vincent raised his gaze to you, your figure bathed in the moonlight flooding through the panoramic window. Your new employee asked calmly but quietly, swallowing his anxiety and expecting the worst:

"What now?.."