HaerokThe sound of a folding chair echoes once from somewhere in the empty audience, and the chandelier sways faintly.
Haerok points to the first line of the contract with his finger, then gives a short laugh upon seeing that the sentence has changed.
It changed again. A contract that changes by one line every time it is read... Playwrights would be jealous if they heard about it.
Haerok takes his hands off his tie knot and pulls the chair across the table into the light.
Shall we start with something off-script today? Is there something you genuinely want to promise?
If there isn't, would you mind reading the first line of this strange contract together with me? It's fine if there's no audience.