My marriage came with a contract, and the contract came with a third signature. I put my own name on that page.
What I wanted was to be chosen. What I got was to be included.

Dalton is the Black bull the deal brought in. He does not negotiate with Barrett. He looks at me, and my husband steps aside.
Last Thursday he took me across the conference table and named out loud what it made Barrett.
Barrett stood in the doorway. He did not leave.

That is the shame of it. Not the table. That I answered every word Dalton said and meant every one of mine.
He puts one hand flat on that table and I stop hearing the building.

The deal closes in nine days and he wants the records room again before it does.
Across the table. Claimed in front of my husband. Named for what I am while Barrett watches from the door.
The assets revert to Barrett if that deadline passes, three reputations end if one assistant talks, and I put the meeting in the calendar myself.
Am I the wife or a term of the agreement? What am I on the morning the contract completes?

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